Look, there she is...flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
I tried to imprint her in stone and clay
But she just refuses to be bound by strings
The History is splattered with her fame
Can you then guess her brilliant name?
It goes in rhyme with rhyme
Yes, her name is Time
She is fickle, she has no plan
Yet she won't wait for any man
Howmuch ever you fight and fret
Once she is gone you are bound to regret
So as long as you have her, make a wish
Mayhap she will shower you with a kiss
She has lived through the ages
Her tales have filled up eons of pages
To keep her you have to be wise
Oh she is a fairy, she can be nice
She can wave her magic wand
And put the world in your hand!
So look there she is...again flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
No, don't imprint her in stone or clay
She is too beautiful to be bound by strings!
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
Look, there she is...flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
I tried to imprint her in stone and clay
But she just refuses to be bound by strings
The History is splattered with her fame
Can you then guess her brilliant name?
It goes in rhyme with rhyme
Yes, her name is Time
She is fickle, she has no plan
Yet she won't wait for any man
Howmuch ever you fight and fret
Once she is gone you are bound to regret
So as long as you have her, make a wish
Mayhap she will shower you with a kiss
She has lived through the ages
Her tales have filled up eons of pages
To keep her you have to be wise
Oh she is a fairy, she can be nice
She can wave her magic wand
And put the world in your hand!
So look there she is...again flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
No, don't imprint her in stone or clay
She is too beautiful to be bound by strings!
