I always say “Time will tell”
But it means things won’t turn out well
I eat a piece of cheese from off the floor
“Time will tell,” need I say more?
I see little red and green balls rolling across the floor
Doing figure eights and rolling out the door
I get the fly swatter down from the hook
I’m going to whack-a-ball and have a better look
I swing the fly swatter as hard as I’m able
I knock over the vase of tulips sitting on the table
A little man in a bright-blue hardhat pops out of the rug
He’s holding a red toothpick, I give it a tug
He hurls the toothpick like a warrior’s spear
Then hoists up a tiny mug of beer
I had the toothpick stuck in my cheek
For a miserable painful week
Time will tell
If all is well