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 from 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 hole 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 truth

On the other door was lies

Which one should I enter through?

I really must decide Door marked lies had lots of flowers

Growing round outside

But looking close I noticed

It was crumbling inside Door marked truth was very plain

But stood up very strong

And when I entered through its door

I knew I wasn't wrong