(Willy Wonka gathers the ticket winners in the contract room of his factory. No one can go on until everyone has signed a contract of agreement. The families are dazed as Willy explains the rules and regulations with his own brand of somersaulting words.)

[WILLY WONKA, spoken]
Goodness, is that the time?
(sung)
Our schedule has no room for intros
Languid and rubato
Accelerate right to the verse
And play it molto presto and staccato!

What zigzag roads and fickle fates
Have led you to my chocolate gates?
I’m sure the stories would enthrall
But time is racing by us all
I’d love to rhyme a riddle or two
But there’s so much time, so little to do…
“So much time, so little to do…”?
Please, strike that! Reverse it!
I meant the other way

It doesn’t take a Sigmund Freud
To see I’m charmed and overjoyed
But pardon if I start to fret
We’ve not begun our journey yet
No time to borrow or delay
What’s here tomorrow’s gone today…
“What’s here tomorrow’s gone today…”?
Whoops, strike that! Reverse it!
My tongue has feet of clay
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