Do you seek the road to Fairyland
  I'll tell; it's easy, quite.
Wait till a yellow moon gets up
  O'er purple seas by night,
And gilds a shining pathway
  That is sparkling diamond bright
Then, if no evil power be nigh
  To thwart you, out of spite,
And if you know the very words
  To cast a spell of might,
You get upon a thistledown,
  And, if the breeze is right,
You sail away to Fairyland
  Along this track of light.