When Little Timmy travelled time,
To see the world ahead,
He thought it splendid, sweet, sublime,
'And super-cool!' he said.
He went to Thirty-Fifty-Four,
And sailed amidst the stars -
A bus to see the moon and more,
A taxi-cab to Mars!
'And now it's time I travelled back -
A hundred years!' he cried.
But Little Timmy's skin was black.
And Timmy fucking died.