They came with their hammers and nails They came with their brushes and pails They had hoods on their heads And they walked on two peds And carried rope to scale my bed rails Looking out the corner of my eye I hear one of them cry "Toss the light up here I can't see" And one of them threw it And with bad aim blew it And instead hit the nose of me I started to tremble and shake I heard one of them whisper "she's awake" "Everyone stand still And maybe she will Fall asleep before it's too late" So I pretended to doze Even with a soar nose Not knowing what was at stake Now I could tell by the size of their heads They were too small for the smallest of beds And they crowded around My sleepy crown And started digging into my head I felt no pain And I thought that was strange Was I sleeping; no longer awake? But I'm sure that I wasn't asleep For I could hear each little creep And one said to the other "Where's the Master, my brother? We haven't got all night" That was the last thing I heard Though it sounded absurd Not knowing if I heard it right The next thing I knew The sky was bright blue And I had the most pleasant dream That I was flying through a land With multicolored sand That flowed into a multicolored stream