Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Exempts for the Month of September,
Hearken unto me!
And listen to my tale of mystery and
woe!
here exists a legend of a kindhearted sage
who did whatever he could to keep the
world on Time.
He was patient and helpful and just a
real mensch.
If others needed help with their
tasks he would assist them, of course, to make short and quick
work of their labors.
But it took its toll and he became
prematurely hunched as a result, until he couldn’t stand up straight
at all.
People started to shy away from the
crooked little man with the crooked little smile and he
grew lonely.
But still he tried to help.
Until one day he was simply gone--never to be seen again.
There are rumors, of course, of where
he might be, but no one has found his hiding place
if he is even still around.
Then, during an excavation, a pocket
watch was unearthed with an engraving on the back--one that could perhaps shed light
on this conundrum and answer, for good and all:
Up on thy perch by the invisible
clock,
Clanging out the Time or a prelude by
Bach,
Standing high above the lagoon and
the tide,
Belting out thy birdsong with true
Gaucho pride!
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