Is fading from the modern scene and sad this makes me feel.
The fairies, elves and witches. too, someday will disappear
And in their stead men from Mars will populate this sphere.
Satellites and rocket ships and missiles probe the blue.
Humpty Dumpty and his pals will meet their waterloo.
Old King Cole and Jack and Jill and blackbirds in the pie
Will fade like sunshine turned to shade, will wither up and die.
Who can fathom fantasies like cows astride the moon?
Like fiddling cats and laughing dogs, a running dish and spoon?
The stage is set, the players all begin their final act.
Who will buy their phony lies in face of modern fact?