Goes the clock
Said the little girl
Sitting there on a rock
Her hair up in a cute little swirl

She got up and ran down the hill
But the hill was too steep
Enough feathers around to make a dozen quills
The hill was too steep

She cried and cried
But she should have listened to her mummy
Oh, and how her mummy cried
She should have listened to her mummy

Tick tock
Goes the clock
For everyone else, at least

The girl should have listened to her mummy
Then she wouldn't have died