English poem - topsy turvy land

TThe people walk upon their heads.

The sea is made of sand,

The children go to school by night,

In Topsy-turvy Land.

The front-door step is at the back.

You're walking when you stand,

You wear your hat upon your feet,

In Topsy-turvy Land.

And buses on the sea you'll meet,

While pleasure boats are planned.

To travel up and down the streets

Of Topsy-turvy Land.

You pay for what you never get,

I think it must be grand,

For when you go you're coming back,

In Topsy-turvy Land.