You lot should know by now that folk music has the answer to everything . . .

I'll tell you a tale about a man,
A builder he was by trade,
He built a chimney nine miles high,
And all of the bricks he made.
Along came another who said to him,
"I can do better than that,
I'll mix all the mortar and make all the bricks,
As sure as me name is Pat!"
He built it up so high,
It reached beyond the sky,
They had to take a brick or two off,
To let the moon go by.

(from The Captain told the Mate)

So that settles that . . .

Andrew