[Verse 1] Johannes Jahnke, Dresden-born, Keeps modest carriage, mild of mien; He mends the washer, calm and sworn, While crafting wonders yet unseen. No motorcar announces fame, No trumpet crowns his workshop chair; Yet JJ calibres bear his name, And intricate marvels gather there. [Verse 2] The Harrison first showed the way, A jumping hour, a clever art; Now fifteen years have had their say, And XV brings a measured start. Three hundred only, finely wrought, A limited and noble run; The torque is gathered, patiently caught— Then, at the hour, it leaps as one! [Chorus] Behold the hour! Behold it leap! The Roman numeral, bright and white! While minutes march with stately sweep, The disc takes flight at midnight—right! A watch of poise, a watch of might, A little jump, performed upright! [Verse 3] At twelve the crisp white figures stand, A cleaner script for every eye; The Light-catcher rests close at hand, Steel brushed and polished, thirty-nine. The silver web is finely spun, No plaque interrupts the dial’s grace; Blue PVD points the minutes on, And sapphire guards its polished face. [Bridge] From JJ01, refined with care, To Frank Stelzer’s practiced art; The FS01 has chimed its share, Now this old-new design takes heart. The washing machine may wait till ten— A watchmaker must watch the time! He’ll mend it after, gentlemen; For now, behold this leap sublime! [Chorus] Behold the hour! Behold it leap! The Roman numeral, bright and white! While minutes march with stately sweep, The disc takes flight at midnight—right! A watch of poise, a watch of might, A little jump, performed upright! [Outro] It honors where the tale began, And faces onward, clear and sure; A measured past, a forward plan— The Jump Hour XV: time made pure.
