I'm lying in my soft sleeping bag,

Which lies inside my tent,

Which lies beside a bright blue valley,

by a river that is bent .

 

Above me is the tent’s roof,

Above that is the trees,

I love that it has animals all through it,

But mostly I like the breeze.

 

When it’s the afternoon I’ll go for a walk,

I’ll here the birds cheep,

I’ll watch the sunset,

Then I’ll go to sleep.

 

At night I like to look at the sky,

And try to find the moon and stars, 

And sometimes just now and then,

I will find a planet called Mars.