The weeks are speeding by,
And we’re no further down the line;
Indeed we appear to be behind
The times.
And the distance has been ordered,
And our efforts well accorded,
But our progress has afforded
No reward.
So either pace will need increasing,
Or our burdens some releasing,
Otherwise we’ll be appeasing
No timepiece,
And we’ll have to let it by us,
And sit idly compliant,
As our wonderful alliance
Takes offence,
And leaves us in the distance
Where it found us in the first place,
With our bluster and our business
Unconvinced.
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