I have in my arms a tray
And what I'm serving? Time
All the hours of my life, given freely and true
Be it you may bite off more than you can chew
But I'll give you the best years of my life, and won't think twice
About all the words shared between mice
Gnawing away at the years I still may have
Looking to solve the mystery, as it stands out
Be wise, be true, use my time well
But to measure our truth only time will well
