A Tick At Twelve

At a country side, From a hilly view, A ramshackle stead stands. A stead in a plum farm. Mr. John is a plum seller. He tills the ground, He tends the plants. At the tick of the clock, At a tick at twelve, At twelve noon , With a lad dragging behind him, His son,little Jack Horner. He sets out into the village square. A rowdy village market. There,he sells all his plums. At a tick at twelve? Yes,at same tick at twelve, He had sold all!..... At a tick at twelve.