"Why won't the metronome stop?" asked the curious child.
"Because it loves to dance," the wise toy elephant replied. "Dance forever, swing forever."
And so the child pondered the swings of wood and metal^1.
A friend who never tires, the metronome counts the stars.
One tick for the moon, one to sleep^2, and two for dreams^3.
Do you hear it? In the far, dreamy woods? It sings: "Come and play!" and children appear, chasing shadows of clouds^4.