Tick Tacks, You're The Setting And Rising Sun.
The tick tack 'n' the wall are wicked evils,
The ticks fly, fleeting in short twinkling secs'_
The wall heard man said he need'd time to time;
Yet hung on the wall, it couldn't stop its ticks.
Tick tack, stop! Stop singing the walls ballad!
Golden wall, you 've ears, stop the ticks ticking_
Always hang'ng on the wall, no cares at all;
It do'sn't move o stop as it sadly fly.
Tick tacks, you're the setting and rising sun,
Always hang'ng on the wall, idly work'ng;
Working with its incisive ticks of peak
like a gobbled man with, bottles, with, straw.
Lenient hands are shrinking violet rainbow;
As it fleets, they watch as if the tick mov'd less,
The tick is a friendly foe with good lucks tho'
But ticks, are you fleet'ng to meet the Lord too?
If we could know morrow 'n' tie it laces_
Loosely firm as the wings beneath the sky;
E'en when the wall hears the tears cry, it smiles
as the ticks sing ballad to the naive wall.
"words from the innocent mind"