My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by far than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick,tock,tick,tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick,tock,tick,tock,
It stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died.
儿歌三百首
王一鸣
蟾蜍
牧羊人
小小牵牛花