Time is a sprinter,
A sprinter that touch every part,

Making sounds of two words,
Two words, tick'tock,

Time who has made up it mind,
Time who wait for no one and doesn't mind,

Time that favours the wise,
And suffers the fool ones,

Who dare to hold the time?
Such a fast and focused sprinter,

How come time is being used?
What a wonderful!

How can you grab a sprinter's vest?
Only if you are wise enough to grab the time,

Be wise enough to use your time,
Once it slip from your hand,

It sprint away like a flash of ray,
Don't waste, use the time.

Time,Time, Time,
Oh! Dare time.


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