Little Peter Piper skipped-dee-do, took Yankee Doodle’s hat and went a-wheeling.

In marshmallow-flavoured forests hopped the Lucky Star Munchkins – whee~!

Peter! Peter! Whispered the River! Jump unto me, and I’ll drift you away!

So Piper leaped onto the gently gliding stream and zoomed away into the green.

Soon he arrived on the shore of Alice and saw a princess in a snow-white silky dress lying in a hanging hammock under the ruby sun.

The lovebirds nearby tweeted sweetly and Peter drank the notes of their harmonious, honey melody.

The princess saw him, smiled, and made room for Peter Piper who climbed in and laid beside her.

As a whistling breeze softly tippy-toed over their skin and Californian sunbeams warm and fuzzy danced a jig in seven million colors from peach to emerald to orange juice to amber, they watched the gleeful grasshoppers bounce around while swift-tailed swallows hovered into tiny specks in the infinite sky.