In An Ocean, 'Way Out Yonder (As All Sapient People Know), Is The Land Of Wonder-Wander, Whither Children Love To Go; It's Their Playing, Romping, Swinging, That Give Great Joy To Me While The Dinkey-Bird Goes Singing In The Amfalula Tree! There The Gum-Drops Grow Like Cherries, And Taffy'S Thick As Peas - Caramels You Pick Like Berries When, And Where, And How You Please; Big Red Sugar-Plums Are Clinging To The Cliffs Beside That Sea Where The Dinkey-Bird Is Singing In The Amfalula Tree. So When Children Shout And Scamper And Make Merry All The Day, When There'S Naught To Put A Damper To The Ardor Of Their Play; When I Hear Their Laughter Ringing, Then I'm Sure As Sure Can Be That The Dinkey-Bird Is Singing In The Amfalula Tree. For The Dinkey-Bird'S Bravuras And Staccatos Are So Sweet - His Roulades, Appoggiaturas, And Robustos So Complete, That The Youth Of Every Nation - Be They Near Or Far Away - Have Especial Delectation In That Gladsome Roundelay. Their Eyes Grow Bright And Brighter, Their Lungs Begin To Crow, Their Hearts Get Light And Lighter, And Their Cheeks Are All Aglow; For An Echo Cometh Bringing The News To All And Me, That The Dinkey-Bird Is Singing In The Amfalula Tree. I'm Sure You Like To Go There To See Your Feathered Friend - And So Many Goodies Grow There You Would Like To Comprehend! Speed, Little Dreams, Your Winging To That Land Across The Sea Where The Dinkey-Bird Is Singing In The Amfalula Tree!