Sheets of paper, pots of paint, brushes, paste, cardboard, poles, planks and a host of other essentials appeared like magic -
where from, the children preferred not to say. Some of them made banners and posters and placards,
while others - the ones that were good at writing - thought up catchy slogans and painted them in their neatest lettering.
At last, when all was ready, the children assembled in the amphitheater and set off in single file with Guido, Beppo and Momo at their head.
They marched through the streets brandishing posters and banners, clattering saucepan lids, blowing penny whistles,
chanting slogans and singing a song composed specially for the occasion by Guido.
The words went as follows: Listen, folk, ere it’s too late, or you’ll live to rue your fate.
Time is flying every day, stolen by the men in gray.
Listen, folk, and heed our warning, or you’ll wake up one fine morning robbed of time and quite bereft, not a single minute left.
Don’t save time, then, save your city, for those time-thieves have no pity.
Fight back hard, and do it soon. Be there Sunday afternoon!
Actually, there were more verses than that - twenty-eight, to be exact - but we needn’t quote them all here.
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