My old clock

There’s my dear old clock

Standing in the hall.

Though I’ve never heard it chime,

Or seen it tell the time,

It’s my favourite clock of all.

People ask me what it’s got

That other clocks do not,

And are amazed when I reply

“It’s the only clock I’ve got

On which I totally rely.”

My dear old clock is never fast,

Nor is it ever slow.

It stopped at ten to seven

Many a long year ago,

And whatever upset its innards,

I’m afraid I’ll never know.

But I know when it’s ten to seven

Every night and every day.

Yes I know when it’s ten to seven,

Whatever the other clocks say.

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