Time

TIME Yes I’m an old dog But I’ll still get a bite at the bone The day did find me down But there’s yet a majestic dawn That of the morning worms And of the early birds Yes I’m late for the banquet But it’s still until a fortnight The king may be a little angry But he must understand I am hungry Waste therefore not my time I’ll be late fot the wine I here laughter and meeting of glasses It must be the liquor and evil dances Now I know I’ve missed a thing or two Please tell me that is not true? Oh, the pleasures of the king’s imagination Made real by his hand’s orchestration Have they got to the main course? I’m sure some villain will turn it into a racecourse But ventre a terre upon his heels Before the first apple peels And my seat close to the king’s Before the dinner bell rings Bright Githui