Clyde Look out when you go upstairs It always knows when you are there Always there behind your back Has no name and it's dressed in black You know it's incredibly tall You know that it's more than a feeling It lives where the wallpaper's peeling In the hall Imagination, that's all Don't let on that you're scared You're safe when you're under the covers But that doesn't help when your mother's Downstairs Imagination, my dear, imagination I lay in bed the other night Dreamed I saw wild geese in flight Flapped my arms with all my might But somehow could not follow Return to the source of your dreams Return to the Teddy Bear clover You may well live it over again In your imagination The geese, they were so snowy white Speckled red in the morning light If I practice all the night Then I shall fly tomorrow Tomorrow when I fly away Far above the clouds I'll play I'll be back at break of day My head upon my pillow Look out when you go upstairs It always knows when you are there Always there behind your back Has no name and it's dressed in black