If you need change of clock and gear,
Then look no further the sound you hear,
The bells of hand that strike the hour,
Left with debris of invention to devour.
For a man or lady, swear no oath,
Shroud in the queer of veil remote.
A room that shine in house of green,
To tinker, to care, to watch a scene.
They play with light, tinker with steel,
Their mind expand to make it real.
Not a day, not dull, for simple folk,
Who stand a little for curiosity to poke.