Back when
the nation was in its prime
They
invented a thing called 'Standard Time'
The
clocks had been dithering, all of a bother
And
now they finally agreed with each other.
But such
are the ways of human nature
- And
this was not lost on those men of stature
Who
decide what we earn and how we spend -
That
stability is a dangerous trend.
'Seize the
day!' they boomed. 'And the daylight, too!
Rule
the sun before it rules you!
Time's
a commodity to be bought and sold!
Control
the clocks and you won't grow old!'
Then a battle
raged between larks and owls,
Between
north and south - and still it howls.
Between
colder climes and tropical days
The
clocks again move in mysterious ways.
The south
does a barndance, forward and back.
The
north does a softshoe, slow but not slack.
And,
when all's said and done at the end of the day,
Time
merely laughs at what the clocks say.
