I Just Think That Dreams Are Best, Just To Sit And Fancy Things; Give Your Gold No Acid Test, Try Not How Your Silver Rings; Fancy Women Pure And Good, Fancy Men Upright And True: Fortressed In Your Solitude, Let Life Be A Dream To You. For I Think That Thought Is All; Truth'S A Minion Of The Mind; Love'S Ideal Comes At Call; As Ye Seek So Shall Ye Find. But Ye Must Not Seek Too Far; Things Are Never What They Seem: Let A Star Be Just A Star, And A Woman - Just A Dream. O You Dreamers, Proud And Pure, You Have Gleaned The Sweet Of Life! Golden Truths That Shall Endure Over Pain And Doubt And Strife. I Would Rather Be A Fool Living In My Paradise, Than The Leader Of A School, Sadly Sane And Weary Wise. O You Cynics With Your Sneers, Fallen Brains And Hearts Of Brass, Tweak Me By My Foolish Ears, Write Me Down A Simple Ass! I'll Believe The Real "You" Is The "You" Without A Taint; I'll Believe Each Woman Too, But A Slightly Damaged Saint. Yes, I'll Smoke My Cigarette, Vestured In My Garb Of Dreams, And I'll Borrow No Regret; All Is Gold That Golden Gleams. So I'll Charm My Solitude With The Faith That Life Is Blest, Brave And Noble, Bright And Good, . . . Oh, I Think That Dreams Are Best!