Spinning, Spinning,
round and round.
When quiet,
you will hear my sound.

When Im watched,
I move much slower.
I know when suns high,
when it is lower,

Im looked at almost every day,
every hour they glance my way.
wondring if the day'll go by.
when they are having fun, the time will surely fly.

I faster than,
the speed of sound.
time thats lost,
had best be found.

I stand there stiftly concentrating.
sitting proud and tall.
Inside im kind of wishing ,
that I werent a clock, on this wall.