Our clock has sat upon the wall for sixty years or more.

If he could only write a book, he'd tell you all he saw.

     My parents used to have him and their parents did before

     And as a baby I looked at his smile upon the wall.

 

                         For he said:

 

                         Tick tock, tick tock,

                               Military precision.

                         Tick tock, tick tock,

                               Listen to that rhythm.

 

He never has a holiday and I’m sure he never sleeps.

He works all day and gets no pay, but still his watch he keeps.

     We'd all be in a sorry state if we couldn't see his face

     And we'd miss his rhythmic ticking at a steady even pace

 

                         For he says:

 

                         Tick tock, tick tock,

                                Military precision.

                         Tick tock, tick tock,

                              Listen to that rhythm.

 

 

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* Chosen by many teachers and children in West Yorkshire for publication in 2010 and published in "Josie's Poems - The Anthology".  I hope you like it also.

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