Daylight Saving Time

Tonight we’ll lose an hour But what I would like to know Is where, exactly, do those minutes Actually go? They vanish like a finger snap Magicians like to use And just which minutes disappear We do not get to choose. At 2 a.m. we move the clocks And suddenly, it’s 3. Most people will not feel the loss For Dreamland’s where they’ll be. When morning comes, though, you can bet A million folks will yawn And all because they’ve lost an hour Leading up ‘til dawn. We’re told to change the clocks; Nobody asked for our consent. We acquiesce but wish we knew Just where those minutes went.