Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
You shall above all things be glad and young.
In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?