The Clock Outran the Mouse
My gosh but time does fly without wings
And eats whole mountains of human flesh
In a singular chomp. And the world’s
Too well oiled to hear time squeak.
How foolish to wing time, to chomp it,
To squeak it, just because just because.
And eats whole mountains of human flesh
In a singular chomp. And the world’s
Too well oiled to hear time squeak.
How foolish to wing time, to chomp it,
To squeak it, just because just because.