He had a little beard that hung down from his chin and two littlehorns that stuck up from his head, and he was playing on a flute whilehe sat cross-legged on a stone by the roadside. And when he saw ourtwo tiny friends in their machine, he began to play:

It's not so far to the twinkle star In the little black boat of sleep. So list to my tune, like a breeze in June, Where the honeysuckles creep.

0ver the sky, way up high, In the little yellow boat of sleep. Ever so far to the twinkle star Way up in the sky black deep.