THEY RETURNED (DREAM PAINTERS II) They brought the tools of their trade Buckets of paint that each one made I've been watching for them And they're back again They've learned to slip through the shade Could it matter if I'm asleep or awake? For they giggle if they make a mistake They never think I can see When they climb over me Regardless of the route they take You'd think I'd be use to them by now But I never seem to know how They get inside my head When I'm lying in my bed To paint dreams on my sleepy brow If you saw them you would agree They're something I'd rather not see They've got big funny eyes And tell each other lies Which messes up the scenery This time it wasn't quite night And my eyes weren't shut very tight I heard one of them insist "How do we clean up this mess" "Before she dreams of an awful sight" And one started to giggle in jest "I don�t know I suggest you should guess� "You did it all wrong" "That thing there don't belong" "With those and all of the rest" If I wasn't so tired I'd protest At being forced to dream of a mess But I dozed off too fast And though it didn't last I dreamt of pigs playing chess Link to Dream Painters Part I: http://www.renderosity.com/viewed.ez?galleryid=821789&Start=19&Artist=Shabetei&ByArtist=Yes