Travel, traveling Ben, travel to the stars,
See the world as it comes again, produced from afar,

Spirits of the Dawn make haste for Time is coming…
When the Sun will crest her waves, bringing forth the light of days,

Loose the moorings set your clock, burn incense for the Spirits,
Travel! Traveling Ben, you know the universe, is happening!

And all time will be told again, in a machine-space of stars,
Her oboe of horology, for the sailors tune –cosmology,

Loose the moorings set your clock, burn incense for the Spirits,
Sail your ship over the sun, the place of your appearance.

Travel traveling Ben, travel to those stars,
Your ship a cap, you ship captain, from a sandy field of ours.

I could not think what else to say to end this little ditty,
But thinking on my ancient Egypt makes me oh so giddy!

What has Ben, will be Ben again, for Ben plus Ben makes two,
And there you go, I’ve gone and done it, given you a clue…