Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Listen to the little clock.
Telling us the time has come
To go to sleep.
Close your eyes and listen hard.
Another second has gone by.
A clock chimes out as you sit and stare
Another note floating in the air.
Reaching up to grasp it
But it's flown way up high...
You talk and laugh and wonder
What your life will be like.
But with careless gaiety
And ceaseless verbosity
As you're waiting for life to begin
You're already taking the hike.
The minutes that are ticking by
Are the ones you must count right now.
For those tickings are the seconds
That form the chains and bonds
That make your life what it is
What you reap is what you sow.
Don't while away the hours
In endless dreams-to-be
Now is the time worth grasping
For it's the only one sure of having.
You can hope for the future but don't
Forget to use now faithfully.
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
Little bird is telling you -
'Close your eyes, another night -
And go to sleep.'
Nursery Rhyme ~ Unknown
In between ~ Jane Johnson
