Poem – The Clock


The big hand is busy,

But the small hand has power.

The large one counts the minutes,

But the little one names the hour.

When both hands stand at the top,

It’s sure to be 12 o’clock.

But whether that’s twelve at noon or twelve at night,

Depends on if it’s dark or light.

I found this poem at: http://www.canteach.ca/elementary/songspoems71.html

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