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This house clock was found in hock

I wouldn’t tick, it wouldn’t tock

The spare parts were all out of stock

And little left to do.

 

Some beast, it seems, had gotten in,

Created some untimely din,

Felt its’ insides in a spin

About four-twenty-two.

 

With hands that pointed slightly down

This gave that face a saddened frown

And never could they move on round

To make a smile for you.

 

Then to that store there came a Scot

Who moved those hands right to the top

And there time stood on tiptoe, taut,

Hands clasped in prayer for you.

 

Then suddenly hands moved ajar,

Separating out quite far,

The chimes call out,’ Hurrah, hurrah!’

Then tick-tocks on for you.

 

So see these happy hands alive

Are clasped in prayer each hour and five

Their only wish to seek to strive

To spend some time with you.

 

 

 

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