The Spaceship

So I’m building a spaceship, But where should I start? When the spaceship I’m building Is made out of art Books for the seats And paintings for the walls Cause this type of spaceship Goes nowhere at all I do not want it to Why should it go? To travel to space, Where I do not know? When in my own room There’s mystery and tale In pages of books In pictures on nails I will set up two chairs Connect them by sheets Webster can help me With good wordy seats I will need a good staff I will need a good crew To narrate our path To guide us all through Virgil can help He’s a good guide He knows the maps Of the spiritual side And there’s only one doctor I could put to good use The greatest of time The old Dr. Seuss A friend of Ernest Our pilot to be An old timey sailor A man from the sea A hatch I will make Of a copied Van Gogh The stars through the door Oh how they will glow Our ship will be waterproof So that’s no concern But in case there’s a problem I will bring Jules Verne A clock I have seen That hung in the hall Created by Dali Will make up a wall I believe that is it That’s all I will need I’ve got my good paintings I’m ready to read Oh no but wait I almost forgot Shakespeare, get in We’re about to take off! And away we go On a journey tonight To return tomorrow At mornings light