O’er all the world in every clime.”
Then he curled up in a hole in a hollow tree and went to sleep.
All the time, his little Wrist Watch ticked busily on.
For all who wanted to hear, it sang:
“For hours and hours I tick away,
A-telling time by night and day.
“My long hand always points the minute;
And how much good can you do in it?
“My short hand always points the hour;
To learn it is within your power.