My friends are Seconds, we are sixty in all,  
Moving slightly fast, we are precise though small,  
Ticking away steadily without a stop,  
We do not run or jump or skip or hop;  

And when the sixty seconds have been done,  
I take over and continue the run,  
I am Minute and have fifty nine friends too,  
We are also precise and don’t stick like glue;  

Then when their sixty minutes have gone past,  
I take over, I am Hour and the last;  
We all work in harmony in perfect rhyme,  
Seconds, Minutes and Hours are our time.