Round and
Round
The circular
Round the clock-hand goes
And goes
As it with pressure
On their toes
The hands wild
Gyrate and go.
Then they stopped.
For they saw
Me
And to salute me
They stopped
Their gyrations circular
And out of the clock they
Popped
Waving
Waving
Waving hands
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