Watch not as the hours fly

Have them a space to fill

With no other option than to ply

Your goodies and services fill

Whence the Sun sets

And calls the moon to account

Bless your homes

And get ready to render an account

Like a chameleon I have

Leaves no present trails

To wait and watch us have

As our option dies

Watch not as the seconds crawl

Have them fill, not brawl