Tick Tock said the clock

Tick tock

Said the clock

To Mary Katrina Katula Flock

My dear, Said the clock

What has one got in that ratty old sock?

And with a woeful glance at the time

Mary Katrina Katula Flock sat with her lime

And pondered how she had arrived here naught with but a dime

If you must you dusty old clock,

I took from the house of one very frumpy Ms. Flock

This ratty old dirty old sock

In which are all my life’s possession, well, that, this lime, and this little rock.

I’ve got a rock and a sock and a lime and I’m lost

Oh Mr. Clock I’ve run away and now what is the cost?

For I’ve no place to go and none to return, all my life has been tossed.

Dear dear,

said the clock. Stop your fear,

Life’s a big world, and you’ll find your way, whether it’s there, or here.

So get yourself up and on back to your home

And think to yourself, is it really worth it to lose all that for what you’ve done

For at home you’ll find love, and certainly no need to roam.