The Cuckoo Clock

One time there lived a lovely boy who wound a clock each day
and daily would her chimes ring out and sprightly tell the time;
her timing was perfection and the way the chimes would play
played merrily upon the lives of those who would know Time.
Time came the boy, when he was grown, forgot to wind the clock.
O, how the clock resented that; she dinged and then she donged
and ding dong that she was she sure stayed ticked and then she talked
-Tick Tocked- for years about her fears that she would have no song-
no song to sing should that young lad forget her once again.
Again she talked, the ding dong; time to move along, the man
thought to himself. The man was old, and tired of the hen-
the hen who dwelled within the clock, a cuckoo - no Big Ben.
No sir, no grand or eloquent workings were hers, he found.
To find him gone, the clock toned down and shortly came unwound.