I think this was written around the same time as my poem Silks and Spices in the Time of Marco Polo.
Once I heard the world was round
Of course it must be flat
That’s a very tall story, pooh to that!
Philosophers say the world is round
Surely that cannot be!
The church argued the world was flat
That’s right you must see
Of course, we know the world is flat
That’s right you must see.
Of course, I know the world is flat
Like any brainy bird of bee!
You know they think the world is round
It’s flat to be bound!
But Eliza Maria says the world is flat
Maybe it’s round like her and fat!
“I say, I say, the world ’tis round.
To prison you go! And not one sound”
The argument broke up
The world was round
A Greek philosopher’s right to be bound
