A Period of Blissful Confusion

 

 

On a lazy summer's day

One night in December,

He crawled to town backwards

Upon both of his feet.

 

And as the sun set

And the sky began to lighten,

He hummed in a voice both large and timid,

"Fare well for my name is well known!"

 

He had hair on his head

And a hat on his chin,

And the pipe he was wearing

Was covered with sweat.

 

When asked from whence he was going,

He laughed with a frown and cried,

"You should have remembered me

For I am from the present."

 

And he vanished as fast as he went.