A Fairy Called Time

Look, there she is...flying away That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings I tried to imprint her in stone and clay But she just refuses to be bound by strings The History is splattered with her fame Can you then guess her brilliant name? It goes in rhyme with rhyme Yes, her name is Time She is fickle, she has no plan Yet she won't wait for any man Howmuch ever you fight and fret Once she is gone you are bound to regret So as long as you have her, make a wish Mayhap she will shower you with a kiss She has lived through the ages Her tales have filled up eons of pages To keep her you have to be wise Oh she is a fairy, she can be nice She can wave her magic wand And put the world in your hand! So look there she is...again flying away That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings No, don't imprint her in stone or clay She is too beautiful to be bound by strings!