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 

O my love, 
O it was a funny little thing 
to be the ones to've seen. 

The sight of bridges and balloons 
makes calm canaries irritable; 
they caw and claw all afternoon: 
"Catenaries and dirigibles 
brace and buoy the living-room -- 
a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble." 
And a thimbles worth of milky moon 
can touch hearts larger than a thimble. 

O my love, 
O is was a funny little thing 
to be the ones to've seen