With apologies to Will Smith and Philip Reeve.

Now this is a story all about how
My London started rolling round and round
And I’d like to take a moment, just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I got tangled in this Web of Air

Down west of the Barbican, raised and bred
In mad old Godshawk’s giant metal head
Chillin’, Scriven fearin’, engineerin’ all cool
And all makin’ some paper boys for the council’s rule
When an army of nomads, they were up to no good
Started try’na mobilise my neighbourhood
Dr Crumb saw the Skinner mobs and he got scared
He said “you’re ridin’ in this heat-balloon, up in the air!”

I crashed down by a mono, and when it came near
The armour plate said “Movement” and had Stalkers in the rear
Took me up before Quercus, and I was almost scared
But then he sent me to my mum and she freaked at my hair.

Quirke cruised right into London, left Ted flat as a plate
Cracked a vault full of engines, said he’d make the town great
But when they got London rollin’ I wasn’t there
Ran off down south to Mayda, now I’m Fever in the air.