In the land Neverbelieve, I found some scarlet red strawberries, juicy and ready to be picked.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard a shooting star, shoot past the black jet midnight sky.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw cotton candy, like pink puffy dream clouds on a stick.

In the land of Nerverbelieve, I touched a koala, soft and cuddly.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I sang to the sunset rainbow colours, a brush of kindness shot through my heart – warm and welcoming.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I walked up to the top of the misty mountains right to the highest point.