Cuckoo Clock:

Her two crossed arms
Go round and round,
Points out the spot
Where time is found.

Those twelve little numbers
Make not a sound
Those little tiny wheels
Never slow down.

The springs and levers
They both chip in,
To keep everything going
A click and a spin.

The wheels of the clock
They ride into town,
The springs and levers
Help hold the camp down.

All of them together
Work as a guide,
So those crossed arms
Can rest and unwind.

If the wheels stop
Or the springs nap,
If the levers break
Then time has a gap.

She's blind as a bat
Has two crossed arms,
But every top of the hour
She sings like a charm.