The Musical Box

While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet
with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia
raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head.

Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured
musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole"
began to play, a small spirit- figure appeared
Henry had returned but not for long, for as he stood in the room his
body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside
A lifetime's desires surged through him.
Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise
Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.

But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantlepiece
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch
Her warmth...

She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face
She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.