Which path would lead to magic wonderlands?
  The road paved with shining golden bricks
  Or a mirror that in the grandma's house stands 
  Or a cupboard full of old broomsticks?
  
  Or maybe a mere wish to change the world
  Could make so-called reality to fade
  And a dream could be a shield as well as a sword
  That would allow us to start crusade
  
  Against all weariness and boredom
  Of rusty days that seem to have no end - 
  And every path we take will soon become
  The one that leads to magic Wonderland...