Your Strange Sense of Fun!

Another day’s wings begin to fold,

Soon, it’ll be silent, dark and cold,

Tomorrow again a day will rise,

That, of course, is just no surprise,

For a day comes in, then fades out:

It’s what Earth’s story’s been about,

For aeons now, far beyond all count,

Millennia many, who knows the amount?

Ever since Earth came to dance round the sun,

Ah Lord! You’ve such a strange sense of fun!