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 [bad word]  
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 [bad word] inside

The door of [bad word] was very plain, 
But stood up very strong,
And when I entered through its door 
I knew I wasn't wrong.