The little bell lies on the ground   Although it tries it cannot sound   It used to ring across the air   Its sweetened tone would linger there      But from a careless hand it rocked   Its shell is only made of crock   Although it lies there split in two   It still tries to ring out to you      Now deep inside my wooden clock   There is a tick but not a tock   Although into the room it chimes   It only tells me half the time      Why do you leave me so confused?   I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose   Oh, what is wrong, my wooden clock   It breaks my heart to see you stop