Deleted Stories: Tomorrow, Tom Morrow

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
we’ll fire a rainbow
and fly on its arrow
to catch a flying flute.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
we’ll go where the breeze blows;
to where feathered trees grow
and pick easter egg fruit.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
we’ll follow the swallows
south and see some hippos,
elephants and giraffes.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
we’ll gather some moon glow
and cure the moon’s sorrow
with jokes to make her laugh.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
the queen of Eskimos,
in her palace of snow,
will invite us to tea.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
we will dive deep below
the sea and see the show
of sea anemones.

Tomorrow, Tom Morrow,
in a row boat, we’ll row
up to the marshmallow
clouds that baa like sheep.

But tonight, Tom Morrow,
drift off on your pillow.
You’re wrapped up in bed, so
go to sleep, go to sleep.