In The Land of Sand

In The Land of Sand

There's a paper man,

And he's blown by the breeze

Wheresoever he desires.

In The Land of Black

There's a lumberjack,

And he chops down trees

Counteracting forest fires.

In The Land of Flight

There's a royal knight,

And he sails the seas

With his multitude of squires.

In The Land of Love

There's an ivory dove,

And it sings the reprise

In the holiest of choirs.

In The Land of Dust

There's a marble bust, 

And it makes its decrees

On the punishment of liars.

In The Land of Fog

There's a motley dog,

And it flies the trapeze

Using polyphonic wires.

In The Land of Sand

There's a paper man,

And he's blown by the breeze

Wheresoever he desires.