Automated Celia

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, the earth, and every common sight
To me did seem appareled in celestial light
The glory and the freshness of a dream

How queer everything is today
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? - let me think
Was I the same when I got up this morning?
I almost think I can remember feeling a little different
But if I'm not the same, the next question is "who in the world am I?"
Ah, that's the great puzzle - who am I?

You feel like gold - you feel like gold

I'm afraid I don't just at the moment
I know who I was when I got up this morning
But I think I've changed several times since then
I'm afraid I can't explain myself - I'm not myself you see?
Who are you?
I think you ought to tell me who you are first
I'm mad, you're mad - I'm mad, you're mad

You are old Father William - the young man said
And your hair has become very white
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?
In my youth - said the sage as he shook his grey locks
I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment
One shilling the box - allow me to sell you a couple?

It is later than you think

Ah...