. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . , And he wailed and he cried, as he shortly espiedThe extent of his tangled neck. For it seemed like some wandering mainspring,As it wound mid the Tockerlore wild, All twisted and bent to a shocking extent,Like a spring in the hands of a child. And it wound, and meandered, and twisted,And the head of the Wollerp it saw How it actually went to the whole extentOf the Land of Tockerlore ! And remarking its limitless windings,He perceived how absurd it would be To endeavour to go to his body below,For thered be nothing gained, you see. So
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . , And he wailed and he cried, as he shortly espiedThe extent of his tangled neck. For it seemed like some wandering mainspring,As it wound mid the Tockerlore wild, All twisted and bent to a shocking extent,Like a spring in the hands of a child. And it wound, and meandered, and twisted,And the head of the Wollerp it saw How it actually went to the whole extentOf the Land of Tockerlore ! And remarking its limitless windings,He perceived how absurd it would be To endeavour to go to his body below,For thered be nothing gained, you see. So he quietly lived on the mountain, And his brain kept in touch with his heart, 78 KING TIME But his trunk and his head — so the gossips saidHad agreed to live apart. But they acted in amiable concert,Till their earthly existence was oer, And he proudly wrote that his delicate throatWas the Land of Tockerlore. And the souvenir hunters from Swipo,They demolished the cottage at Snooze, And all his estate which went to probateWas his beautiful russet 79
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