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.
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