. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . KING TIME And the leaden regiment Disobeys each stern command;Some are broken, others lent,Some are lost, and some are bent, Very few of them will We might play the Christmas game, Kept intact a solid year,But the Santa Glaus is lame,And the dice gone. What a shame! Not a single counter here! What care we for games and toys, All upon a rainy day ?What care we if little boys —Conjured not to make a noise - Find it hard indoors to play ?14 KING TIME There are toys they do not know, In a land theyve never seen,Where we all of us
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . KING TIME And the leaden regiment Disobeys each stern command;Some are broken, others lent,Some are lost, and some are bent, Very few of them will We might play the Christmas game, Kept intact a solid year,But the Santa Glaus is lame,And the dice gone. What a shame! Not a single counter here! What care we for games and toys, All upon a rainy day ?What care we if little boys —Conjured not to make a noise - Find it hard indoors to play ?14 KING TIME There are toys they do not know, In a land theyve never seen,Where we all of us can go,Where the litter does not show,And the nurserys always clean. What care we for skies of gray,Broken toys and pelting rains? Weve a land of endless play, All upon a rainy day,Stored within our brains.
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