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   They caw and claw all afternoon "Catenaries and dirigibles   Brace and buoy the living-room   A loom of metal, warp woof wimble"   And a thimblesworth 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