Stan The Pajama Man
Stan, Stan the pajama man,
drifts into his dreams
whenever he can.
He slips away on his flying catamaran,
to far away places.
Sometimes Iceland.
Sometimes Japan.
And sometimes Neverland.
He can be the captain
of a walking frying pan.
"Onwards!" He'll demand.
"Onwards across the purple sand!"
"Onwards to that castle-cave
that looks so grand!"
Stan, Stan the pajama man,
wakes from his dreams
with drool on his pillow sham.
He waits 'til the night falls
to tumble into his magical slumber
all over again.
