Twenty-four, Seven, Fifty-two
Units unarguable
I try to catch mine, but it's gone pretty soon
Oh my! Why are thou not tangible
With my gold, I go in search of tonnes of you
Still, I can't get more of you
But now I see
That, Of the same pain the king cries for
The servants weeps some tear downpour
And like a chameleon under duress
My hours disappear into days
Oh lord! I just saw my weeks wearing a blue dress
Twinkly, it changed into years; wearing a white one. What a craze!
But judiciously, I have to use and be wise
For a hold, I will ever get not
Because when time flies
We are the pilots.