Holly and Billy left home at half-eight
  And they sailed away on the ocean.
The vast sunlit sea helped to empty their minds.
  They threw over-board every notion.

They sailed to a peaceful and beautiful land
  Where liquorice dogs lived in trees.
The dogs spent their days chewing old walking sticks
  To stop them from eating their knees.

They met an old man on a tiny green lawn.
  He sat there recounting his troubles.
His legs required threats and entreaties to move.
  His eyeballs kept bursting like bubbles.

He had to inflate them fifteen times an hour
  By breathing in through his left nostril.
The right one was cluttered with all kinds of junk.
  He looked there for coins and his lost drill.

His wife wouldn't let him eat liquorice dogs.
  She said that to eat dogs was wrong.
She made him eat lambs made of lettuce instead
  And blue butterflies made of song.

Holly and Billy walked on down a path.
  They listened to butterflies fly.
Never before had they heard music like
  Those symphonies played on the sky.

Holly and Billy reluctantly left
  This land they were starting to love.
When they arrived home the blue sea had gone black
  And stars filled the sky up above.

They couldn't help smiling as they thought about
  Their trip on the boat and their walk.
Their smiles didn't fade as they slept and they dreamt
  Of a cold dreary day in Dundalk.