Little Casey grew up in a very good home,
A big house where she could roam and roam.
Inside that house, her parents stay,
With frustrated faces every day.
So, Little Casey made the choice,
Of going upstairs into her room,
Where she could hear the waves crash
and the pirate cannons go “BOOM!”
Her parents say her room was not just for play.
But if you ask Little Casey,
She’ll tell you-you’re wrong.
That you should open your mind and come along.
“I’ll never walk the plank!”
“Aargh! Ye will Casey and wash upon the bank!”
Moving slowly, not knowing what was ahead
Casey walked the plank… which was just a bed.
Before Casey was to face her biggest fear
she saw a flying boy coming near.
It was Peter Pan and his tiny fairy Tinker Bell
He had caught her right before she fell!
Suddenly, her world began to change,
The waves and the pirate ship started to rearrange!
She was now in a rainforest with trees all around
with monkeys and tigers making wondrous sounds.
“Casey! Oh, Casey! You finally arrived!”
Casey looked around and was very surprised.
It was the monkey! The monkey! Taking up his best
This monkey, however, usually sits on her toy chest.
On the limb of a tree a panther near.
“Oh, Tiger! Tiger!” cried Casey “Over here!”
The tiger stopped and twitched his fuzzy white ear.
Casey held her breath and thought “will he turn around?”
The stubborn tiger, however, just left with a bound.
Off went the tiger Casey wanted to ride,
the disappointment in her eyes was difficult to hide.
Her monkey friend came up and whispered in her ear,
“Don’t worry there are plenty of other trees in the forest my dear.”
Running out of the forest, Casey passed some weeping willows.
Which in reality, were just a pile of light green pillows.
And again, with the jungle fading away,
Little Casey’s original room came back to present day.
The room with the closet full of toys.
The ones that “clink” “clank” and make noise.
The room with the blankets and pillows on the floor.
The room with the stickers and posters on the door.
Little Casey knew sadly; dinner was near
Knowing she would leave she shed a tear.
Walking out the door in her dress and her bow
Little Casey knew one thing…
…her imagination would never let her go.