measuring oceans

you want to measure oceans with a spoon
and weep when no one gives you reasons why
another man might leap right to the moon

those are the answers of a plain poltroon
we break the wheel upon a butterfly
you want to measure oceans with a spoon

such are the wailings of the last bassoon
beneath the bright stars of a stranger sky
another man might leap right to the moon

eager to dance but not inopportune
the weaver knows just how things go awry
you want to measure oceans with a spoon

what weeds and parasites the trees festoon
mile after mile these tales of earth belie
another man might leap right to the moon

let ancient singers their sad legends croon
while legends vanish in the purpling sky
you want to measure oceans with a spoon
another man might leap right to the moon