C'mon guys, stop around. We have five minutes 'till out show's on. not enough time! There's always for a song! (What? Who is that?) Time is a tool you can put on the wall, or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us. The doesn't exist.
(Oh.) What's the Its quarter to nine, time to a bath. do you mean? We're already clean. Scrub, scrub, 'till the water's brown. Time is a ruler to the day. It doesn't go backwards, only one way. Watch ts go 'round a merry go round, going so fast like a merry go round. Let's go on a journey, a through time! The time is changing all the time! time to go through time!
But we really want to, we're going to miss our show. Don't be stupid, friends! C'mon, it's to go! Time was old, like a time. cobbles, and plauge, and speaking in rhyme! With cobbles, and chimneys, a time! With cobbles, and sawdust, and and slime!
This that is old has circles inside. The tree that is has shriveled and died. The apple that's fresh is to the core! And I rot time, and I'm not anymore... can be told by the moon and the sun. Time flies fast when having fun. (Hmph!)
There's a time and a place for around! birthdays! And camping. I'm friends my dad... And then what after the olden days? Time went new, and got old 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 things you can do with gadgets, and gizmos, amd email addresses! My dad is a c- computer... at the time!
It's quarter to eight, there's on my plate! It's twenty past day, there's on my tray! It's to twelve, there's fish in the bath. It's thirty, there's fish everywhere. Fish everywhere.
Now you can see the importance of time, it us make pizza, and keeps things in line. But when will it start? And will it stop? is impotant, and I am a clock. Is we run out of time, then where it go? Is even real? Does anyone know? I mean time's just a concept of perception. An illusion 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 makes your apperance Ehhhh!
it stop! It's out of my hands, I'm just a clock. Don't worry, I think you'll be fine! But everyone runs out of time. Credits-