I open the refrigerator door
And feel the blast of air
There's meat and greens from top to floor
I wonder which dragon owns this lair

But then the air is not of heat
But one of ice cold stare
The chill it gives is not all neat
It makes me feel real bare

And then I woke up from my dream
And thank the Lord I'm not there
But once I put my morning cream
My thoughts led me up here

But first I eat my breakfast trout
And dream of sun and sand
For I am in the fridge I dreamt about
And England's the name of the land