(The site to which Bruce cites is dead, so I’ve no idea whether this is the whole song or not.)
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From archive.org:
SCENE: BEDROOM IN AN AUSTRIAN MANSION, c.1937
GRETEL: I don’t like his manner.
KURT: His attitude worries me.
LISEL: I am troubled by a general air of foreboding.
MARIA: Yes, children: my life is also, on occasion, clouded by manners, attitudes and airs of foreboding.
BRIGITA: So what do you do about it?
MARIA: Why, I simply think of nominalistically respectable things instead.
VON TRAPP CHILDREN (together): Nominalistically respectable things? What are they?
MARIA: Well, let me explain …
Properties, counterparts, tropes and relations,
Promises, lies and confused explanations,
Numbers and rhomboids, and this very list:
These are all items which do not exist.
Space-time and classes and Beethoven’s seventh,
Earthquakes and sets and July the eleventh,
Are, like the flutter of butterflies’ wings,
Nominalistically dubious things …
In my calm and
Lucid moments,
When I’m feeling fine,
I scorn the existence of all of this stuff,
I talk about all the time.
MARIA: Come on children, tell me some nominalistically respectable things.
KURT (doubtfully): Er … stones? Concrete?
LISEL (even more doubtfully): Electrons?
MARIA: Well – uh – yes, but there’s much more to it than that …
Raindrops and temporal slices of kittens,
Every third stitch in a pair of red mittens,
Mereological bundles of string:
These are all perfectly reasonable things.
Barmaids and walnuts and sand that’s been hosed off,
Silver and gold and the fusion composed of
Alpha Centuri and Hitler’s left knee:
All of these objects are okay by me …
Things substantial,
Made of matter:
They are better, far,
Than some abstract nonsense but one step removed
From Rorty and Derrida.
FRIDERIC: Exoskeletons!
KURT: Time-slices of undetatched heads!
LISEL (getting carried away): Statues of rottweilers! Dragons!
REMAINING VON TRAPP CHILDREN (together): Dragons??
MARIA: It’s all right, children! One need have no quarrel with dragons, qua nominalist! The number two would be a far greater stain on the world’s ontological purity than a mere dragon!
Hobbits and wizards and weapons enchanted:
Towering trees which Galadriel planted,
Rhinemaidens, giants and Nibelung rings:
These are a few of my favourite things.
Underground kingdoms and magical potions,
Atomless matter and bottomless oceans:
Though they’re not terribly easy to find,
Nominalistically, no-one should mind.
Can you touch it?
When you hit it,
Does it make a “ping”?
If you answered “yes”, then, by golly, it’s real:
It gets to be called a THING.
[Well, yeah, if you cheat. Thanks though!]