We got an old basket
A ball of strong twine
And one or two things
Both yours and mine
We found an old blanket
And very very soon
We were flying up high
In our homemade balloon
Mr Skylark interrupted
His wonderful song
To wish Bon Voyage
As we sailed along
I doffed my hat
To the astounded crow
We very soon left
A few miles below
We moored for a time
To the edge of a cloud
And we looked around
Both feeling so proud
I filled your glass
With sparkling wine
That I'd hidden
In a pocket of mine
We raised a glass
And drank a toast
To old Father Sky
Our wonderful host
Then we decided
After a roam
It was time really
We set off for home
Where you washed your hair
And I shook my head
Before putting my blanket
Back on my bed
After a cup
Of Camomile tea
You set off home
And I climbed a tree
I waved to the lark
The crow and the sky
Then I went to sleep
With both of my eyes
