Millions and billions of purples and yellows and greens and licorice and grape and raspberry and mint!
And round and smooth and crunchy outside and soft mealy inside and sugary!
And bouncing, jouncing, tumbling, clittering, clattering, skittering fell on the heads and shoulders and hardhats and carapaces of the Timkin workers;
Tinkling on the sidewalk and bouncing away and rolling about underfoot and filling the sky with all the colors of joy and childhood and holidays.
Coming down in a steady rain, a solid wash, a torrent of color and sweetness out of the sky from above, and entering a universe of sanity and metronomic order with quite-mad coocoo newness.
- "Repent Harlequin!" Said the Tick Tock Man