Four Minutes

Something strange is a-brewing up at Lincoln Heights

Something is off with their days and their nights

For half of four years their clocks were ajar

The timings were simply four minutes too far

That time was precious, who knows its value

When you're leaving for pick-up at two-fifty-two

But last Monday - oh wow - as I opened the doors

Here came a stream of students galore

“That was odd” I thought, “it's not a long walk;

From my car takes two minutes of clock”

I should have been early, at the very least prompt

Where'd that time go, feels like it got chomped

So now two is two, six is six, ten is ten

But I wish I had back that four minutes again

I try to pick battles, try not to pick fights

But who fixed the clocks up at Lincoln Heights?

 

Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss