so i reach way high up in the cupboard
and i pull down my favorite big blue bowl
and my plastic tiger spoon
and that big big box of cereal
you know the one
the one chock full of hopes, dreams and wishes
and luck...always a bit of luck
and marshmallows...the most important part
and i pour it slowly into the bowl
eyeballing it in all its savory sugaryness
(and secretly looking for a prize)

and i take my big bowl
and i go outside
and i perch myself atop the big blue rock
in the middle of my magical elven garden
and i look way up at the night time sky
and at the shimmering glow of the full moon
and i hear a bustle
and i look over at the fairy tree
just in time to see little miss fiona fuzzytoes
plop out of it onto the ground
sending pixie dust flying just everywhere

and she smiles at me and cackles
a little giggly peep
and she collects herself
and shakes off all the loose dust
and she flies over to me
and looks at my big bowl of cereal
and she holds her finger to
her little lips and she whistles
and suddenly a giant glass pitcher appears

and she grabs hold of it
and she takes it
flying up up up
way way up
to the moon
and she dips the pitcher
into the moon's vast whiteness
and collects some sparkiling milk
which she brings back down
to mother earth
and she pours it
ever so carefully
(mustn't spill a drop!)
over my cereal

and i watch as the bowl sparkles and glows
gold, silver and bright green
and the marshmallows start popping up
into the air
doing a little dance
stars, horseshoes, diamonds and clovers
dancing in a big circle
around my head

and then the elves pop out
from behind all the flowers
read to join in the merry parade
with all their little elven instruments
flutes, lutes, drums and maracas
singing in their squeaky elven voices
their little elven song
"come along with me
in magical bliss
the milk of the moon
and mother's sweet kiss!"

and i clap my hands
and i laugh
and i almost fall off
my big blue stone
but wee miss fiona fuzzytoes
she catches me
and she breaks my fall
and she makes everything
all right yet again
and we all howl with laughter

and i dip my spoon
into the bowl
and i pull up a big chunk
of hopes, wishes, dreams and luck
and i place it in my mouth
and the stars, horseshoes, diamonds and clovers
all swish around in there
along my tongue
like rafts adrift
upon roaring rapids
and i swallow them
and they go way down inside me
and i feel myself rise slowly
up into the night air

flying up up up
way way up
to the moon
and i do marvel
at all the milky waves
upon her surface
and i see her big mouth open
smiling at me
and laughing
and wishing me well
and wishing me goodnight
and i fly back down to earth
and i land in a soft field of daisies
and the elves bring a giant leaf
to cover me with
and keep me warm
and a marshmallow
for my pillow
to ensure
that i have
just the most sweetest of dreams

and i dream there
next to my empty bowl of cereal
with elves dancing around my feet
and little fiona fuzzytoes
humming softly
in my ear
i am so glad to be home
amongst all of them
in the magical kingdom
of my mind
cleansed ever so gently
by the sweet sweet milk of the moon.