The Land Behind the Sofa

There's a land behind the sofa
That no-one else has found.

It's big enough for you and me and all the frightening, wonderful things we'd like to see
I go there on my own with you,
To hunt the unicorns and beasts,
Eat midnight feasts and scavenge treats and be in danger, sometimes.


There's a land behind the sofa,
That no-one else has found.
It's full of enemies and friends, strange places with amazing mazes of dead ends
And mirrors, ogres, and words like "oubliette" and "misfits"
There's a dragon there I'm sure, or two,
Perhaps one for me and another for you,
In the land behind the sofa.


A roaring crunching munchy noise waved me hello last time,
And I followed crumbs and you gathered them up for later,
And we found the lair of the Cake Monster, but we weren't at all scared,
Because he only eats cake,
And we fed him on Swiss Roll and he became our friend,
In the land behind the sofa.


There's a land behind the sofa,
I stare into it at times. When no-one knows what I'm looking at, say,
I can peek beyond the cushions and rugs and spy the glimmering sunshine
Or fierce storms with drumming thunder, depending on the day.
The creatures cross the glades and mountains,
Shady woods and lake-locked fountains,
Unaware that I can see them, in the land behind the sofa.


We go there you and me, and I feel happy more than scared,
Though sometimes Grumble Beasts can make me shake,
Ice Fairies make me freeze and quake and wish I was in bed,
But then the Hover Doves appear and Sparkle Footed Frogs,
And suddenly bed is the last place I want to be, in this land of you and me,
This land behind the sofa.


I dream about the land behind the sofa
At night, and in the day. I dream of going there alone with you,
To leave behind the broken ribbon of light beneath my bedroom door,
To play at climbing giants' towers unseen and teasing nymphs,
At breathing underwater, because there you can until forever,
And we tame the griffin birds and ride them through the violet sky
In the land behind the sofa.