C'mon guys, stop around. We have five minutes 'till out show's on. not enough time! There's time 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 us. The future doesn't exist.
(Oh.) What's the Its quarter to nine, time to a bath. What do you We're already clean. Scrub, scrub, scrub the water's brown. Time is a ruler to measure the day. It go backwards, only one way. Watch ts go 'round like a go round, going so fast like a merry go round. go on a journey, a journey through time! The is changing all the time! It's time to go through time!
But we don't really want to, going to miss our show. Don't be stupid, friends! C'mon, it's 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 that is old has circles inside. The tree is older has shriveled and died. The apple fresh is ripe to the core! And I rot time, and I'm not anymore... Time can be by the moon and the sun. Time flies fast when you're fun. (Hmph!)
There's a time and a place for around! birthdays! And camping. I'm with my dad... And then what happened 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! Everything's cool, the future! Time is now, a anew!
at the wonderful 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 eleven to twelve, there's in the bath. nine 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 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 time's just a concept of human perception. An illusion created by-
meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! Sunrise, sunset 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 just a clock. Don't worry, I think you'll be fine! But eventually everyone out of time. Credits-