The times they are a-changin ™ ¦

(A mom’s lament over the weekend’s time change– with apologies to Bob Dylan!) The time’s come ’round, people To turn back an hour You realize what is comin’ And hopelessly cower You know well that soon Your kid’s mood will turn sour. But Big Brother said time Was worth savin’ So you ‘d better start turnin’ Or you won’t be on time For the times they are a-changin’. *       *       *       *       * You mothers and fathers The time change are dreadin’ You know that it means Much less time in sleep heav’n Although it’s just six The kid still thinks it’s sev’n And there’s no hopin’ for An early bedtime For the up-early now Still goes to bed at nine As the times in their heads start a-changin’. *       *       *       *       * Come Mummy, come Daddy, Please hear my call I stand in the doorway It’s dark in the hall I don’t want to sleep I’m not sleepy at all There’s a bad mood inside And it is ragin’. I’m cranky and tired Hear my caterwaul For the times they were a-changin’. *       *       *       *       * Come small sons and daughters Throughout the land I know this is hard And you don’t understand This whole “gain an hour” thing Ain’t workin’ as planned The old times didn’t Need rearrangin’ But you’ve got to start new time Back and forth I can’t stand I hate it when times go a-changin’! *       *       *       *       * The clocks have been turned The baton has been passed The kid’s on real time now It happened quite fast As those messed bedtimes Seem now in the past Your joy though is Rapidly fadin’. You just realized now It ain’t gonna last ‘Cuz the times once again will be changin’! Seriously– of all the world’s most parent-unfriendly inventions, the time change must be pretty high on the list!