The Mechanical Menagerie
That Mr McArthur's looked all over town,But he won't find me now for I'm off coastward bound.
And I'm trading the smog for some fresh salt sea air
And he'll never catch on that I'm there.
I was once his apprentice, in the clock-making trade,
And the miser made me work for every penny of my wage.
Til he found he could replace me with a clockwork machine,
And he threw me right out on the street.
and that's where our story begins!
