THE LAND OF PLAY(but in fact it is a poem about drugs, i think)

(I found it in the children's book of verses)

When at home alone i sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes (Yeah, of course, and to swallow a few pills)
To go sailing through the skies -
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves like little ships
Sail about on tiny trips.