Solar Waltz

Well time, she did as time, she does
 She passed along her way
 And dawn she crept like a frightened girl
 Out from the night-time's sway
 But in the merry month of May
 A solemn fast does lurk
 For spring, it sprung as spring, it does
 And put the bees to work
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 And work they must, and work they shall
 For all the things to grow
 For if they don't, as time, she knows
 They'd wither on the bough
 And what a shame such things would be
 No wondrous wine for you and me
 No cider too, nor mead nor soup
 For us to all make merry
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 So rot, ferment and decompose
 So all the things can grow
 Or wallow in a drinkless world
 And wither on the bough
 Oh, what a dusty burden
 That nectar and that pollen
 Like Atlas with the heavens
 On the back of his head
 What if they should falter
 And shrug their little shoulders?
 Well, time, she'd pass all the same