The Little Bell

The little bell lies on the ground

Although it tries it cannot sound

It used to ring across the air

Its sweetened tone would linger thereBut from a careless hand it rocked

Its shell is only made of crock

Although it lies there split in two

It still tries to ring out to youNow deep inside my wooden clock

There is a tick but not a tock

Although into the room it chimes

It only tells me half the timeWhy do you leave me so confused?

I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose

Oh, what is wrong, my wooden clock

It breaks my heart to see you stop