My Bed is an Air Balloon

When night falls my bed is an air balloon.I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleepingAnd flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;Ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,A floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass.Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the treesSwings me up high, like a circus trapeze.Now the cool, ni...