Tic, tic, tic a slow beat
By hands and not by feet
I move in such a beat
Running to one, two, three
Up to twelve there you’ll see
That’s what they think of me
Find me slow when you wait
Fast as you’re getting late
But I am always right
People sometimes hate me
No way, they can beat me
Not fast to race with me
They cannot let me wait
For I run to complete
A turn that marks a date
To shove me, to drag me
To do it, they’re not free
So they must let me be
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