Independence hall

Held a formal ball

Of towering, tall,


He came upon the night

And played their favors bright

And felt so light and slight,


They kissed him fairy-way

And by the break of day

They left a man of clay,


They kissed him and they stole

The small part of his soul

That was so bright and whole,

And fair --

They left him earth

Where he'd been air.

Independence Hall

Holds no more balls.