Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Fleecy white clouds o’er their heads, see them float!
Oh, if the girls could have one for a boat!
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Floating through cloud-land how happy they’d be!
Wonderful things in the heavens they’d see!
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Rain-bows and sun-beams, the hail, and the snow,
All these the secret of making they’d know.
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!