The time has come, winter is here and those yellow bears disapear.
The time has past as man looks back with a sighand a tear in his eye.
As time is held boys cross their legs but of course the toilet begs
As time marches on Girls loose their blush and swap a comb for their brush
As time passes For those held high their end is nigh
As time catches up Everyone is equal when we get to the final sequal
As time turns Without it we have flour and water With it we have breakfast for my daughter
As time revolves How does one turn water and wine into something so fine
As time runs out The more in a minute you try and squeeze the less you can do with ease.
As time ticks All the time that has past man cannot comprehend something so vast.