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My bed is made of candy floss, The house is made of cheese It's lit by lots of glow-worms; If I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, The people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, It's time that I moved on. My home is half a walnut shell, The journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints And creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, It never once got dark And came upon two large houses Set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, On the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers Growing round outside But looking close I noticed It was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, But stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong.