For ev'ryone when first conceived
Inside the womb they each received
A tool of brass; a tiny key.
These keys were wrought for one design-
That when a man's heart so inclined
Him toward a happy thing he found,
He needn't leave it to the ground.
But rather place the key inside,
Turning-making fully-wound
Himself.
Whereupon wound, he might then dance,
And sing and laugh and cry and prance
And put on such a marvelous show
That all would see his face! Not know
That deep inside his heart, the springs
Were slowly winding down.
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