When the clock struck 1
1 struck him back
Twisted the hour hand to land
On the clock's face with a slap
He said, "Take that"
Don't ever touch me again
Or the next time that I slap
I won’t' be using a hand
So the clock moved on
And struck the 2
And the 2 walked away
With an ego badly bruised
But the clock moved on
Never missing a step
As time continued running
Never looking back
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