Happiness Stan

Once upon a time in a land of greens
Where the sky was silky soft and full of colored dreams
Deep inside a rainbow lived Happiness Stan
In a small Victorian charabanc
Evening will be here quite soon
Stan can sit and watch the moon
Watching as the white light slowly makes the night bright
Hours slipping by while time stands still
Think of black and black will think of you
Its colored Stan
The bruises of the darkness that we knew
For black had stolen half the moon away