Being Happy

In the soothing hay..
Hidden from the greedy eyes of birds of prey
away from the maddening day..
In the dreams faraway..
where everyone can convey
what they have to say
without fear of survey..
In the land of fay..
Where everything shines like a sun ray
and nothing is grey..
where hope is that, hey
love will not go astray..
There, am I right, yay?
How can I not be gay!