Disney World, Florida


Little girl strolling happily
through that Magic Kingdom in the sun.

"Mommy, I wanna go
on the ghost train", she says,
her five-year-old's bravado undaunted
by seeing Captain Nemo's sub
swallowed by a giant octopus.

"Sure, dear", Mommy says,
a doubtful look in her eyes,
"But won't you go see
Snow White's Magic Forrest first?"

So they're off to see the Magic Forrest -
you know how parents are -
and soon the little girl is settled with Mommy
in a plastic mining car.

The car moves through a plastic archway
into the darkness that lies beyond.
A flash of light, the wicked witch
sitting in front of her magic mirror,
the poisoned apple by her side.

Whatever the real witch put in her apple,
this one must've been laced
with LSD,
for it sends the little girl on a trip of horror
like she's never had before.

Monstrous trees reach out for her
with long, thin, spindly arms.
The wicked witch lurks behind every corner
the apple in her hand.

The seven dwarves she sees only once,
but these are not the kindly woodland creatures
she knows from her storybooks.
These are strange and hideous critters
with twisted yellowy faces.

Suddenly something is racing towards them -
a mining car, another one -
it comes every closer,
closer, closer, until...


it swerves to the left
at the last possible instant.

A few minutes later, outside,
the little girl is still shaking
from the evil trick
the lords of the mouse played on her.

"You want to go on the ghost train now?"
She shakes her head: "No."
"Can I have an ice cream instead?">