Just this once, upon a time

Once upon a time, people still believed time was made up

By days and nights and planets spinning around a mighty sun

They tried to measure its magnitude and calculate its command

The circumstance and likeliness of events, as if they had control

Of time, which they were trying to tell a story about

But there was no upon, like there was no beneath

And so the story just kept on spinning and the sun,

Well it kept on shining, and probably the planets were there too

But the people were missing