From one of the very most imaginative books ever written, for children of all ages, some words which I am sure you can appreciate, dear and honored Readers.
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another
his mother called him ‘Wild Thing!’
and Max said “I’ll eat you up!”
so he was sent to bed without eating anything.
That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew–
and grew until his ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around
and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max
and he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.
(Where the Wild things Are, by Maurice Sendak.)