. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ounding a castle fair and high Where the Tockish flag was seen;Twas the beautiful palace, Succotash, Of the faithful Limabean. And now through the outskirts of Tickerleen They rushed at a terrible rate,Till, ringing the clock-work bell like mad, The queer little train went straightThrough the beautiful Passing Hours Park, By the Fleeting Moments Gate. Then, speeding through Almanac Place, they flewThrough the Calendar Row, and down The beautiful Keyhole BoulevardTo the palace of the Crown, Through the beautiful Square of Golden DaysTo
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ounding a castle fair and high Where the Tockish flag was seen;Twas the beautiful palace, Succotash, Of the faithful Limabean. And now through the outskirts of Tickerleen They rushed at a terrible rate,Till, ringing the clock-work bell like mad, The queer little train went straightThrough the beautiful Passing Hours Park, By the Fleeting Moments Gate. Then, speeding through Almanac Place, they flewThrough the Calendar Row, and down The beautiful Keyhole BoulevardTo the palace of the Crown, Through the beautiful Square of Golden DaysTo the very heart of town. And the boy required no friendly voice To answer his wondering stare,For the sights he saw on every side Assured him that they were there!For where but in glittering Tickerleen Could be witnessed sights so rare ? 165 KING TIME Twas the mighty city of Father Time And his beautiful lively queen,The glorious, gorgeous, dazzling, Magical, mystical Tickerleen,Renowned for its billions of famous hours And the wondrous things theyd seen!. 166
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