Time is rotting space away
I wish I could stay
time is a rabble
There's a dragon in my chimney
Saving face at break of day
I wish I could stay
But I have to travel
Peaches and nectarines
Summer fruit from afar
And I am an equestrian
Person standing at the bar
The bores and the idiots
Have removed to mars
But the floating cool ones
Oh those who make life
Look easy, oh those endlessly
Confident and interesting
When Spanish runs out
But never the stout
Oh to be among that number
When the saints come marching in
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