The Land of Tickles and Combs

Crazy places, Funny streets,
Clowns walk with floppy feet.
Chickens dance with fluffy trombones,
in the land of tickles and combs.
Candy corn grows on little pink ears,
And one day is a thousand years.
Where people laugh and pass out smiles,
Where butterscotch is counted in miles.
In the land of tickles and combs,
Lawns of purple are mowed by gnomes
Where the ground is as soft a puffy white clouds,
And every one on fundople day joins in crowds and crowds.
Where children can play out in the street,
And everyone rides on caterpiller feet,
and its where the dohickle roams,
In the land of tickles and combs.