TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK

                                                   TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK

TICK TOCK, TICK TOC GOES THE CLOCK, AS THE POOR BOY WITH  ONLY ONE SHOE WATCH THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK:

A little boy so poor he has no place to go, can't walk too far with only one shoe and shocks tattered and worn;

Tick tock, tick tock, poor little boy stare at the big towering City Clock.

So much, so much time to sat and just watch that giant Clock, lifting himself upon a brick wall, to hear the tick tock, tick tock.

What an amazing sound he moans tic toc, tic toc, tick toc, love the sound of that ole Clock.

This poor little boy roams the city street in search of something to put on his other feet; Hunger for something to eat.

Still intrigued by that rusty ole clock to his dismay he seldom thinks about one shoe on his feet, sitting beside a bench on the city street, his mind wanders what it would be like to have shoes on both feet and a decent meal to eat:

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock sounds heavy at Midnight, the poor little boy runs fast until he's out of sight;

The ole City Clock never stop going Tick Tock, Tick Tock poor little boy never seen again, but the story is that ole City Clock never stops. -By Jimmy Walker