My magic doors.
Go and open the arctic door,
maybe there a gas fire that blears in your face,
or maybe there could be a blueberry coming flying in your face.
Go and open the white door,
maybe there could be loads of clouds,
or a piece of sheep fur tickling under your nose until you sneeze.
Go and open the mint green door,
maybe a cactus will prickle your chin,
or a lizard creeping up your spin
as you walk through a bunch of leaves.
Go and open the pink door,
maybe there’s a pink cloud floating above you,
or a slice of ham drifting down into your face,
or maybe a flamingo flapping its wings up and down.
Go open the orange door,
maybe there is pumpkin hanging upside down,
or beans pouring from the sky,
or maybe a carrot peeling itself.
Go open the brown door,
maybe there is a grizzle bear waiting behind a tree,
or conkers falling of trees,
or maybe a coconut waiting to drop on your head.
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