In the chimney of beautiful bubbles,

I got all wet.

In the attic of delicate dust,

I got all dusty.

In the room of wriggling writing,

I couldn’t stop writing.

In the room of organized owls,

I fluttered to and fro.

In the room of rooms, 

There were a lot of rooms.

In the room of careful clouds,

every thing was soft.

In the room of furious fire,

I was burning hot.

In the room of spectacular space,

I leapt from galaxy to galaxy.

In the room of deceiving darkness,

there was no light.

In the room of candyfloss,

it was extremely tasty.