A Clocks Story

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves on. 

The pendulum sways steady from dusk to dawn

The gears dance gleefully to it’s pleasant song

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves on

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves past

The steady Tick Tock like a heart beating fast

The clockmaker says it’s good and will last

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves past

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time shines bright
It’s crystalline treasures reflecting the flickering light
The oak body handcrafted by the clockmakers might
Tick-Tock cries the clock as time shines bright

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time is young

There are still sweet songs yet to be sung

Belted out from the bowels of the clocks lung

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time is Young

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time turns great

Bettering itself testing truth and fate

Adding more complications like moonphase and date

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time turns great

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time grows old

Constructs its empire to empower the bold

It’s gears grinding down now being replaced and sold

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time grows old

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves on

It’s sung its last note there is no more song

The clockmaker will replace it and move it beyond

Tick-Tock cries the clock as time moves on