Who invented the clock, pray tell,
time’s division, the ticking spell?
An ice-cold man that hated song,
who sat and thought the whole night long
and listened to the starved mice brawl
and beetles pacing in the wall.
What invented the kiss? I’ll tell:
a lovely mouth, you know full well,
that kissed and did not think at all;
it was in May, the wondrous call
of bird and bloom adorning earth,
the sun-god roaring golden mirth.
