Tonight I dreamt another dream,
More exciting than the first.
If you judged them by funniness,
This would be the worst.
This dream is in Alinsainyou,
A place that would not pain you.

Their trees are filled with Lollypops,
Their street is paved with sand,
With multi colored grains,
It really does look grand.

The last time I dreamt of there,
I met my good friend Wheeze,
Who has two other brothers,
Named Measles, and then Sneeze.

They lived together briefly,
On a street called Lollypop Lane,
In the house their father lived in.
But it caused Measles and Sneeze pain,
To think of their father,
Who died so long ago,
In the year of the great rainstorm,
Oh, if only it was snow!

My dream begins on a rainy afternoon,
Wheeze and I were walking by the light of the moon.
My friend and I quickly ran up to his house,
And stepped on in as quickly as a mouse.
I noticed a frame hanging on the wall.
Right in front of his big hall.
Inside there were two papers,
Both written in black ink,
I tried to see the connection,
It really made me think,
One was saying Wheeze,
Had completed the house training.
And the other was an elaborate speech,
That Wheeze immediately started explaining.

He told that when he was a boy of fourteen,
He was extremely lean,
So his father sent him off to camp,
To learn about what to do when it's damp.

Wheeze then invited me to go sit by the fire,
Because he saw I was beginning to tire.
After we had settled down,
I was shocked that my friend was wearing a frown,
I asked him why he was so sad,
He said. "This story reminds me of dad."

"Since our houses are made of gingerbread,
When it rains they'll get soggy and break." He said.
The camp was so that boys could learn how to make
Houses and how long it should take.
He then reached into his pocket and showed me a plan,
He explained how it worked I still don't know how it can.

Wheeze then got up and asked if I'd like a drink,
I said, "Why yes, thank you!" and he headed towards the sink.
I still didn't know what was the link between the two documents,
He sat down and said "For my whole time at camp I was in a tent,
Until I made a house,
That's where I keep my mouse.

Wheeze then went on to say,
All the men where called away,
To help another town,
Knock a Lollypop tree down.
Wheeze then paused as if something held him back.
He then recalled the time that he helped his father pack.
He told me that his father,
Told him to care for his mother,
Tears then started pouring down his face.
He then told me that his father told him to take his place.

Wheeze told me how his father left,
And told Wheeze to beware of theft.
As Wheeze went on and sobbed,
I asked if he had been robbed.
He said, "No it's because of the flood,"
"The town was up this high in mud."
"My father and the men where far away,"
"And wouldn't be back for many a day."
"The sky was so foggy,"
"All our houses so soggy."
"The houses did break."
"Our town was a lake."
"The houses were dissolving,"
"A problem worth solving."
"The water spread out and covered the land."
Wheeze had decided to now take his stand.
He walked into town and climbed a big rock,
He got peoples attention by waving his sock.
The people all gathered because of the sight.
Wheeze told them his plan much to their delight.

The water spread out and covered the land,
Wheeze had decided to know take his stand.
He walked into town and climbed a big rock,
He got peoples attention by waving his sock.
The people all gathered because of the sight.
He told them his plan much to their delight.

He said, "Well the rain has stopped just right now,"
"But the wind is still blowing." He knitted his brow.
"We need some good shelter to keep us all dry."
He walked in a circle, no one really knew why.
He said "You gather ginger, and you make the bread."
"Soon we will all have a warm bed."

So they all worked together through the night and the day,
And Wheeze helped them all in every sort of way.
They all kept on working Wheeze worked extra hard.
They finished the house; Wheeze even fenced the yard.

That night they slept soundly each in their own bed.
They were ever so tired their bodies felt like lead.
They were up in the morning they each did their one chore,
After they were done they began to bore.

The men came back a whole week after.
You should have heard the children's laughter.
Wheeze quickly got up, more quickly than his brother.
He didn't see his father, and so he asked another.

The man just stood there with a solemn face.
He then gave Wheeze a warm embrace.
"Your father died while on the trip."
Wheeze felt his body go quite limp.
"He died then, I can't tell you when"
"He was courageous till the end."
"I'm glad I had him for a friend."

Wheeze looked over at his puzzled mother.
He had to tell her and his brothers.
His mother sobbed as soon as she heard.
His brothers started screaming -like a wild bird.
He comforted his mother.
She comforted his brother.
They all loved each other.

"The people of the town,
Were all wearing a big frown,
They were all filled with pity,
Yes, everyone in the city!
For they all had found,
That my father was drowned."

When the mayor heard of Wheeze's brave deed.
He started writing a speech,
A long one indeed.

When his speech was finished.
The mayor called a town meeting.
The people were curious,
Wheeze's heart loudly beating.

The mayor started his speech with,
"There's a fellow named Wheeze,
Many of you know him,
It's now the time to show him."
The crowds cheered!
Wheeze's Mother cried,
Wheeze was even sadder his father had died.
The mayor talked for an hour,
It only made two people sour.

It made Wheeze think of his father who was dead,
Than came the time that Wheeze began to dread,
He walked up the platform to receive his award.
The people in the crowd were suddenly not bored.
Wheeze said, "I receive the award as a hero tonight.
For my help with the houses." He said much to their delight.
" But there is someone that deserves it much more than me."
The people were puzzled (who can it be?)
"I'd like to give it to my father." He said out loud.
His mother was smiling she was ever so proud.

"The mayor agreed and they put it in fathers coffin."
"I have been visiting the grave very often."

"And so," (said my friend who now looked much better.)
"I've finished my story I'll write you a letter."

I looked at my friend and said, "I must go."
I went towards the door but my friend just said, "No."
"There's something I must show you."
He said with a grin.
He opened a door and I stepped right on in.

The room was quite dark the floor was wet.
I looked at my old friend that I'd met.
He was smiling, oh, so glad,
He was the best friend I'd ever had.
He was holding a small vial,
It said on it " Palinpainia Tile."
I asked him if it was a potion.
He said, "Well you've got the notion."
"It's a liquid that's waterproof,"
"You put it on up on top of your roof."
"Your walls won't fall."
"While it's up there."
"It will keep many a person from despair."
As I was puzzled at this thought,
I knew that I liked my friend an awful lot!