Tick the Clock
What a wonderful ticking clock am I!
My gracefulness will make the other clocks cry,
Polished oak and working hands,
I'm the best clock you'll find in all the lands,
The worst thing you'll see is my brother Tock,
He is not fit to be a proper clock,
The walls say we argue, the curtains say we fight,
To be honest, they are both right,
What a wonderful ticking clock am I,
My gracefulness will make the other clocks cry.
I am the beautiful walls of your home,
I may be either straight or dome,
I cannot walk, I cannot roam,
I protect you with my snug embrace,
You can only break me with a spiked mace,
I am quite sturdy, try pounding on me,
You'll just break a finger, while I'm laughing with glee,
I do all these things for free,
I am nocturnal, I'm awake at night,
So are the clocks, I can hear them fight,
I am the beautiful walls of your home,
I may be either straight or dome.
We come in cotton, velvet, or silk,
We can be as black as night or as white as milk,
Open and close me as you will,
I work for you and never get ill,
When you are asleep, I am awake,
I chat with the walls but no noise I make,
The other curtains have beautiful designs,
Leaves and flowers along their delicate lines,
I myself am a yellow plain,
The color of golden lion's mane,
The walls are nice and quite polite,
The clocks are arrogant and they fight,
About who looks better in the spotlight,
I am a pretty yellow plain,
The color of a golden lion's mane.
