"Now the fly was overwelmed by this deep generosity of Stan to give give give of the foodage. 'Cause all life lassk ssk suf of the foodage, ha! He look at Stan and said, Is there anything I can reciprocale, or do in the joy of return for your generosity for giving me food and stuffy? 
Stan, I'm looking for the other half of the moon and dangly, This is my folly, show me where the missing half of that moon. 
I don't know, said the fly returnly, but I know someone who know if only I were big enough to transporty most. I would take you there myself, I would do this.
And Stan, having the possey power of the Magicold, Ah, standed over, roley out the sleevey, wavely hand, hovery hovery hovery hovery and out with these magic wordy.
If all the flys were one fly what a great enormouse flyfelolifer that would bold, oh. 
And there, incredible but oh dear, hovery hovery.
Now the fly recalled with these wordage.
Not only will I transportnum there but I will sing it a deep joy of a songload in your eardroves. That I will Do."

If tomorrow was today
It would be yesterday
The sun is surely just a thought away
Where visions that men fail
To put to words to tale
And music that they try but cannot play

Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh

Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh

You're right it's just a dream
Your company so kind
Hold very tightly please
And we shall go out...