In the spring we set them forward
in the autumn set them back
Oh, wouldn't it be awkward
if this habit we did lack?
Who is master and who servant
which of us does rule the roost
who determines we're observant
of when to check and when to boost
In times gone by we'd rise with lark
and work the whole day through
and retire from our toil as it got dark
no. no-one told us what to do
Our lives did run like clockwork
and therein lies the rub
we were caught upon dilemma's fork
when we license'd the pub
We each must now our own star shun
and fix our gaze upon the dial
though we seek and worship yet the Sun
Clockwork o'er presides our trial
Nil Desperandum, one and all
let none of you despair
We are yet free to heed the call
and to the Pub repair
