Which Witch?
Maharaja Rich leaned back on his velvet cushions, stroking his chin with the seriousness of a man contemplating the mysteries of the cosmos. “Tell me, Miku,” he said at last, “if two witches would watch two watches… which witch would watch which watch?” Maharaja Miku the Bard did not answer immediately. He tapped his bass, once, twice, as though tuning his thoughts. Then, with a sly smile, he began: “Ah, my Maharaja friend Watch the watch that ticks to which witch’s twitch. For every tick that meets a twitch, And every tock that finds its twin, We’ll know which witch will watch which watch The twitching witch’s watch will win.” Rich blinked. “So the witch with the twitch watches the watch that ticks to her twitch?” “Precisely,” Miku replied, adding a quick bass run for dramatic effect. “A witch without a twitch would watch a watch without a hitch. But a twitching witch must match her watch, lest time itself grow confused.” Rich considered this g...