That timepiece on that mountain top
Beating, the hour it did proclaim.
And something of a beauty it was,
So, Tempus gained it's name.

It's got time, not maybe, it's got time.
Says, I'm your Tempus, I've no ire, you're my sire.
Says, I'm your Tempus, I've no ire, you're my sire.

It yapped on, so wasn't my prize,
Making every hour more than.
Evil, not so nice, it was,
I think it was quite mad.

I've got it! No maybe, I've got it.
Well, I threw Tempus, from the mountain, that's my desire.
Well, I threw Tempus, it's a flier, that's my desire.

I've got it! No maybe, I've got it.
Well, I threw Tempus, now a fugit, that's my desire.
Well, I threw Tempus, now a fugit, that's my desire.