It danced to the beat of the clock,
It danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
It danced to waltz, then jazz, then rock,
And it bowed down to the spider.

The spider bowed back to the flower,
Then continued back to her work.
She spun her web with such power,
When she's done she looked up at the clock.

The clock over there sang softly,
And one of its hands was pointing up
"Tick tock," it chirped out playfully,
And a flower was dancing beside it...