Mr. Clock, why are you so mean?
Every time I'm havin fun time flees,
Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave.
Mr. Clock, your hands are evil,
They control me in every way.
I am forced to move according to what they say.
Could you please be kind just once?
Just enough so I can embrace a moment or touch.
Could my days get a little longer?
Could my nights be a little stronger?
Have mercy on me Mr. Clock!
You hang on the wall and steal my shot,
My shot of ever in a moment being lost.
Mr. Clock, I know it's your job...
But could you just please stop.