If you took a left at next Thursday,and went all the way down
If you made a song about nothing,and never wore a frown
If you tickled a stardrop,while wearing your mother's blouse
Then you could find your way to the Rainbow House
The Rainbow House is tucked in the wrinkles of your sheets,in the folds and crinkles, where nothing is too neat.
Its in a little crickets legs,as he goes cheep cheep cheep.
And its in the toes of a little baby, asleep without making a peep
But you can visit any time you like,the doors are always open
You just have to find your way there,you just have use your imagination.
The rooms are strange,or so they say
Green and blue, one is even grey.
Grey like a storm, and green like a fieldBlue like the ocean,and one room is slightly tealed
The yellow room is my favorite,its warm just like the sunThe red room is just beside itits full of toys for having fun
The black room is for sleeping,and the green room is full of sludge,But the brown room is across the hall,and thats where they bake fudge!
The pink room is full of candy,The orange room smells so clean,The purple room has tons of flowers,With scents to help you dream
So close your eyes, and wish your heart away,to the Rainbow House inside your head,and stay for the day
The colors are what you dream about,The rooms can be filled with anything
Just think about a colorand you can start believing
Come back anytime,but bye bye for now
See you next time in the Rainbow Houseand we'll see what fills the rooms a day from now!