In the whimsical town of pontacaloon
We buy everything with colored balloons.
Some get away and head to the moon
But we hope they can stay.
We spend all of our time making whimsical tunes
Whistle and sing all afternoon
Beautiful songs that make a heart swoon
With smiles on our faces
Our houses are built all over the dunes
We don’t have any walls yet we always have room
Sand is our floor and there’s never a broom
So we can bury our toes.
If you’re on a whim we’re expecting you soon
The ice cream is ready but bring your own spoon
You’ll always be happy, there are rules against gloom
In the whimsical town of pontacaloon.
The Rational Element 