C'mon guys, stop around. We have five minutes 'till out show's on. That's not time! always time for a song! (What? Who is that?) Time is a you can put on the wall, or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us. The future doesn't exist.
(Oh.) the time? Its quarter to nine, time to a bath. What do you mean? We're clean. Scrub, scrub, scrub 'till the brown. is a ruler to measure the day. It doesn't go backwards, only one way. Watch ts go 'round like a go round, going so fast like a merry go round. Let's go on a journey, a through time! The is changing all the time! It's time to go through time!
But we don't want to, we're going to miss our show. be stupid, friends! C'mon, it's time to go! Time was old, a victorian time. With cobbles, and plauge, and in rhyme! With cobbles, and chimneys, a time! cobbles, and sawdust, and batteries and slime!
This tree that is old has inside. The tree is older has shriveled and died. The apple that's is ripe to the core! And I rot time, and I'm not anymore... Time can be told by the and the sun. Time flies fast when you're fun. (Hmph!)
a time and a place for mucking around! birthdays! And camping. I'm friends my dad... And what happened after the olden days? Time new, and got old like history. Stuff in the past went into a mystery. An old man died. But a computer! cool, it's the future! Time is now, a anew!
Look at the wonderful you can do with gadgets, and gizmos, amd email addresses! My dad is a c- computer... at the time!
It's quarter to eight, fish on my plate! It's twenty past day, fish on my tray! It's eleven to twelve, fish in the bath. It's nine thirty, fish everywhere. Fish everywhere.
Now you can see the importance of time, it helps us make pizza, and things in line. But when it start? And when will it stop? is impotant, and I am a clock. Is we run out of time, then will it go? Is time even Does anyone know? I mean time's just a concept of human perception. An created by-
meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! Sunrise, every day. The seasons, the smell on hay. Look at your hair grow, isn't is strange how time your apperance change? Ehhhh!
it stop! It's out of my hands, I'm a clock. Don't worry, I think you'll be fine! But eventually everyone runs out of time. -End