The time has come
Looking through time
Reading through past occurrences in time
Rules of the Victorian Era never change
Just as this Era takes it mange
Why bridge the gaps?
Why look farther to loop the laps?
Why pick and play on luck?
Why not down-duck?
The time has come
To start the hay
To stay in down-lay
Where love isn't to bay
Where likeliness is to Ray
It is the lane to yield
It is not the gain to yield
During old Era
During the New Era
It happens eventually
It is only your baked cake that you would have
You can't have a cake baked by others in a rave
If you don't have a cake try bake one
If you don't have one and are hungered steal one
Only one per cent escaped as thieves eventually
Only ninety-nine per cent were caught as thieves eventually
Looking through time
Reading through past time
Zero point five female thieves are pardon
Some are cautioned
Little are stationed
Most male thieves are mentioned
Some are cautioned
Little are stationed
I do not want to be tagged a thief
I do not want to be seen as a mistletoe leaf
Even if we are one-way
Even if we are at another-way
So I shrug off
So I am going off
To start the hay
To stay in down-lay
To start in lane
To start to bake and not cane
Where operations are based on hand
Where operations aren't based on brand
As it may end soon like some
No one knows so the head is a dome
Putting on the blade to shave
Not putting yourself in an old cave
The time has come