In Disney's World

In Disney's World of fantasy,

There's very little touching me.

But in the cool and mist of dawn,

I think of you, and where you've gone.

I see your face in soft repose,

Envision freckles on your nose,

I know you haven't any there,

But Walt would know why I don't care.

You've gone away to Walt's retreat,

To bathe and bask in summer's heat.

I'll wait for you until you're home,

We'll talk again, your hair I'll comb.

In Disney's World there's much to do.

Of slaying dragons meant for you.

And kissing sleeping beauties dear,

I'd rather do it when you're near.

Of all the fantasies he's done,

I know that Disney's greatest one

was not until this very year,

When Disney's World saw you, my dear.