So we sat there in the middle
thinking up a riddle
Of our second end
To begin our new trend

So we sent out for a man
Top hat to the sky
White gloves on his hands
A monocle on his eye

So we sent him on his way
A trial not to try
A toll must be paid
To see whats inside

So we gathered all around
The man began to say
"come see what I have found
and continue with your day"

So he sat there in the middle
We're gathered just to hear
"One man has his riddle
The other has his years"

So we sat there just a second
With attention of our ears
His eyes began to fill with white
His face too with fear

So he fell to the ground
From the sky came a light
we all looked around
But the man had lost
his sight