For Children In Love

I carry in my heart, a little little clock And when I move, it makes tick-tock, never belatedly and always the same either I am asleep or playing a game. But one day, the clock did only tick and no tock, I was worried and sick, I went to see my doctor after a cure: I would not die he held, I said: sure? Of course I am sure, Your heart is fine the blood runs swiftly, ruby as red wine, All that happened is natural, calm down There is no reason to worry or to frown: While loving, a broken clock is never late, Now buy her flowers and sweet chocolate.