How flown is the time,
'Tis a quarter past nine.
I think it is bedtime, don't you.
She rose from the chair,
Taking off her false hair.
Her white pearly teeth came out too.
One leg made of wood,
One eye was a dud.
Her nose she began to unscrew.
"OH" I cried with dismay,
As her bust fell away.
Am I wasting my time on you???