I change the clocks every Sunday Ahead an hour, back 23 Solar noon, midnight moon On time, every time Now, that’s power This time, the kind we set our clocks to, is brought to you by... the ‘farmers’ Quick, save the daylight! Too late I change the clocks every Sunday Back an hour, ahead 25 We gain an hour We lose control It’s for our own protection We gain We lose The ‘farmers’ lied Spring-forward-fall-back Summer-half-step Winter-quarter-turn Monthly managers Weekly wind-ups Daily reminders of who's in charge I change the clocks every Sunday Standard Time Is hardly that anymore I think it lasts less than a minute Automatic Time Keeps track of the seconds. They leap now too Sometimes I wish I had a gun Instead of a watch Now, that’s power Don’t worry Words are my weapon And I have time =L=
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