She's getting itchy feet

I feel like turning into a plant for a while, blue, green doesn't matter, or a cloud, black, white doesn't matter, or just an old book laying in a library quitely, brown, yellow doesn't matter,

I feel like waking up Lewis Carroll and kidnapping him from his grave so that he would put me in a wonderland and show me a caterpillar smoking hookah, apple, mint doesn't matter, or Mark Twain to put me in huckleberry's boat in Mississippi and send me to a distant land, desert , rain forest doesn't matter...