The Top and the Ball

I was made, so they say
 In the burgomaster's shop
 By whom else but the mayor
 I'm one important top
 Do i know you? she said
 For i do not speak with all
 I've got cork in my head
 I am one beautiful ball!
 Can't we be sweethearts?
 No, i don't think so
 Shan't we be sweethearts?
 No
 There are reasons why we will not tootle together
 You were made from some tree
 Me of african leather
 And besides, there's a swallow
 Who always says
 "I will!"
 There's a promise, or almost
 And your chances are nil
 We can't be sweethearts
 About that swallow...
 We shan't be sweethearts
 Oh
 Soon the ball disappears
 She just bounced off somewhere
 Then the top, after years
 Spins away into thin air
 When they meet in the gutter
 She's droopy, old and wet
 Though her heart's all aflutter
 He's sure they haven't met
 Were we old sweethearts?
 No, i don't think so
 Sure we weren't sweethearts?
 No!
 In the garbage, old friends
 Look even older
 In the garbage, even old friends
 Get the cold shoulder
 Can't we be sweethearts?