There's something...

[Picasso, Le cheval ]

There’s something in a flying horse,
There’s something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I’ll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.

And now I 'have' a little Boat,
In shape a very crescent-moon
Fast through the clouds my boat can sail;
But if perchance your faith should fail,
Look up - and you shall see me soon! 10

[W. Wordsworth, Peter Bell ( Prologue ) ]