The Clock
There's a neat little clock,-- In the schoolroom it stands,--And it points to the time With its two little hands.And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright,With hands ever ready To do what is right.
There's a neat little clock,-- In the schoolroom it stands,--And it points to the time With its two little hands.And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright,With hands ever ready To do what is right.
The Mouse and the Clock
Hickory, dickory, dock!The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run,Hickory, dickory, dock!
Hickory, dickory, dock!The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run,Hickory, dickory, dock!
CLOCK POEM
If I could take a word and hold it gently in my hand, and if I closed my eyes and felt its softness and warmth as I touched it, caressed it and kissed it with my lips, and if I shaped it, moulded it and smoothed it so that it became special and precious to me, though I knew not what it said, but was somehow still aware that the whole meaning of my life was contained therein, when I opened my eyes to look it would say; CLOCKS.
...and you thought I was going to talk about something else!!!
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