Tick-tock, the pocket watch counts the seconds,As time marches on, with its steady beckon,The bell in the distance, its chime so clear,A signal to all, that the class is near.
The pocket watch, a timeless piece of art,A symbol of precision, that sets us apart,Its rhythmic tick, a constant reminder,Of the fleeting nature, of our time together.
The bell in the distance, its melody so sweet,A call to attention, that we can't help but meet,The sound of learning, that echoes in the halls,A tribute to knowledge, that never falls.
Tick-tock, the pocket watch reminds us still,That time is fleeting, and waits for no one's will,The bell's chime, a call to the present,A reminder to learn, and to be ever-present.In the harmony of these two sounds,We find a balance, that forever abounds,A cadence of time, and a rhythm of learning,That keeps us on track, and forever yearning.
