My bed is made of candy floss,
The house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms;
If I'm wrong correct me please.
The village is a pop-up book,
The people wooden dolls.
The roads are made of treacle things,
It's time that I moved on.
My home is half a walnut shell,
The journey will be long
So I filled the whole with peppermints
And creamy pink blanc-mange.
I sailed away for fifteen days,
It never once got dark
And came upon two large houses
Set out in a park.
On the door of one was truth,
On the other door was lies.
Which one should I enter through?
I really must decide
The door of lies had lots of flowers
Growing round outside
But looking close I noticed
It was crumbling inside
The door of truth was very plain,
But stood up very strong,
And when I entered through its door
I knew I wasn't wrong.