Kraftwerk

It was a dawn amongst amazing dawns With a clear and sparkling blinding light Starting a day of most amazing prospects When everything seemed to be just right The clock struck a definitive thirteen I counted each measured chime Blinked in surprise at their number Very nearly missed that split in time When all those things possible Became as a matter of fact All those things probable As the split began to act So the old wall cuckoo clock I always regarded as sedate Danced with the steaming kettle As though in prearranged date The freezer in the kitchen corner Rattled out a mean drum roll And the cooker and the washer Duetted in a session of soul The birds were flying backwards As I could oh so plainly see Through the transparent kitchen wall That stood there in front of me There were Dragons blazing trails Across a gleaming silver sky One certainly gave a wink to me As she looped and rolled in her flyby There were comets dancing madrigals With a bland but beaming yellow sun And it seemed a creation of creations Had started on its alternative run Then the clock struck again Just to twelve and with a loud crack Time remerged with time with time And the old world came flooding back And what had started out to be A very special and promising day Reverted backed to its norm And that world seemed somewhat grey