Row, row, row your boat

They named this place Mar del Sol

And it is brimful with

Golden sunlight spun silver

Gently down the stream

Lunacy, they say

That place is desert-dry

The song is a metaphor, and so is Tranquility

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

Copernicus, Copernicus

When will you learn-icus?

I am the pole and the universe is spinning

Life is but a dream

A man lived here once

Of old he blew out candles on bedside tables

Ushered us between the cloud-curtains, the doorway to his abode

We swam in gilded rivers

Over crater-waterfalls into our own minds