There is such a place, where happiness grows on trees and lady birds hold court with the Mushroom King. It is a place of wonder and sights to behold and smiles a plenty and always a friends hand to hold.

It's not imagination and it's not fantasy that a place exists with a marshmellow sea and on the horizon is a big ball of jelly upon which sits a gigantic, cucumber.

No it's not random and it's not ill conceived, it's not psychotic and it's not make believe. Beckyworld exists in all it's spleandour and there's no place like it if I may endeavour.

I'm telling you this because you must know that if I should die the place will overgrow. It is my secret and I am Empress, but if I should fall it'll wither and die.

Take my hand and I will show you, follow me here and you will see why: This is a marvellous place to behold and a place where you will never feel old.

It's not fictitious and it's not a lie, Beckyworld is real and it's quite a marvel. It is my world and it is my mind, and outside is true to what it sees in kind.

There's butterflies and caterpillers with big white smiles and candy sticks as flowers and big bouncy castles. There's soft squishy pillows and the song of minnows accompanied by lemons playing drums.

And if you're ever unsure there's always a store with whatever your need may be, because inside me is an image of you smiling and stock of all the assurance you need.

Welcome to Beckyworld.