On the island of ducks,

I could see never ending rivers,

as clear as glass.

On the island of sippy cup,

I could see trees covered in ashes,

swaying in the wind.

On the island of the void,

I could hear monsters calling my name,

for help with vital jobs.

On the island of comical shoes,

I could see people wearing Dwayne the croc Johnsens,

In the great open fields.

On the island of dreams,

I could feel the fur of a unicorn,

As warm and fleecy as a puppy.

On the island of muscle,

I could hear people putting their weights down,

getting ready for their following set.

On the island of nightmares,

I could hear whispering,

As silent as a mouse.

On the island of…