The clock strikes fun, the prices fall, glasses clink, appetizers call. A golden window in the day’s long tower, where joy and cheer have all the power.

I dance on your floor, swallowing crumbs and whispers, then hum back to sleep.

Double a wink, it was how Barbara Eden granted wishes.

I can be after a Will, the one dressed in black who uses a funny lighter. Put a 'word' in front of me and I am a skilled writer. Preceded by a s-word I make, you'd be a good fighter.

A pair of aces up your sleeve Or a motorbike small and mighty? Then it’s me you’ve got in your pocket. Or you’ve got motion, like Pat Beverly On the team named for me, rightly. Mission Control, system’s go, think you’ve solved it?