Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Too many and never enough...
I heard it was a goldtop.
With hollow birds.
"What do we want?" "Time machines!!!" "When do we want them?" "That's irrelevant!"