Dance Cassandra, dance
Prediction is freelance.
And Trojan fattest fans
All say: Hi, I dont know.
Cry Cassandra, cry
You know best, horse or pie.
Is Ulysses - Woodstock guy,
Hallo.
Dont say, Cassandra. Prime
Your question - what is time?
And five o`clock it`s time
For tea and cake.
Our destiny was cooked
And eaten that, who looked.
And horses wheel by took
Blind dessert of your fate.