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Rhyme :
The grave old clock on the mantelpiece
Is ticking the hours away;
There's never a smile on his solemn-face
Through out all the merry day,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Whatever we do or say.
When his hands are showing a quarter to nine
WE must hurry to school away;
The clock never scolds or gives usa frown
If we stop a minute to play.
Tick-tock, tick tock,
Whether we go or stay
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