Mad Hatter's Time

“I’m late, I’m late,” the Mad Hatter repeats
Knocks over his tea and jumps to his feet
Hustle and bustle and always makes haste
He hurries about with no time to waste.

The Mad Hatter tries to fit it all in
And wakes up each day and does it again
There’s so much to do in so little time
Must get the job done before the clock chimes.

The Mad Hatter checks his watch frequently
Aware of the time that's lost constantly
Though schedules, alarms, and clocks record it
Luxury of time is not afforded.

The Mad Hatter knows time is not a friend
It's just a measure between now & then
Musicians must keep it or sound off beat
If dancers lose it, they've got two left feet.

Time is one thing the Mad Hatter can’t spare
As time waits for no one, resting is rare
Unrushed, he’d say, his days would be fine
If only he didn’t lose track of time.

The Mad Hatter would save time if he could
But it can’t be bottled, it’s gone for good
Second by second time's slipping away
Before he knows it, he’s lost the whole day.

From the Mad Hatter a lesson to learn
Time’s easily spent and for more we yearn
Like the Mad Hatter, I would like to know
When time disappears, just where does it go?