WHAT is the matter with our clock
I cannot understand.
It sounds its steady old tick-tock
With mien and manner grand.
To look at its great open face
You’d think it truthful quite.
I’m sorry such is not the case.
It’s hardly ever right.
Just yesterday when I was blue
Because Tom didn’t call
To play with me when work was through,
Its hands scarce moved at all.
When I went to his house today
To spend an hour or so,
We’d scarce got started at our play
Till it was time to go.