Bridges and Balloons

We sailed away on a winter's day

With fate as malleable as clay

But ships are fallible, I say

And the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel

A little wicker beetle shell

With four fine maste and lateen sails

Its bearings on Cair Paravel

Oh, my love

Oh, it was a funny little thing

To be the ones to've seen

The sight of bridges and balloons

Makes calm canaries irritable

And they caw and claw all afternoon

"Catenaries and dirigibles

Brace and buoy the living-room—

A loom of metals, warp—woof—wimble"

And a thimble's worth of milky moon

Can touch hearts larger than a thimble

Oh, my love

Oh, it was a funny little thing

To be the ones to've seen

Oh, my love

Oh, it was a funny little thing

It was a funny, funny little thing