[NARRATION]



Now the old man was nearing a toy shop 

Where he could hear a music box kind of sound 

From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses 

All circling faithfully around 



And a little girl wearing a russian styled coat 

Was carefully looking inside 

At the horses and knights and the trains with their lights 

While she was imagining they all were alive 



For at this time a child will dare 

To see what is perhaps not there 

Or at least not there to adult eyes 

Who have forgotten how to fantasize 



[WISH LISZT (TOY SHOP MADNESS)]



[Instrumental]