The Clock

Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock

Doth thou hear the clock?

Clock

Clock

Beware the Clock

Choke you dead

And fry you hot

Run as far

Run as wide

Up the hills

And down the side

Do what you must

To gain its trust

But in the end

You'll die a bust

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