The Clock Master ticks with a terrible hand,
And his apprentices follow seconds behind.
The two others wait in line,
And at the chime, one of each will surely be in front,
In a tick.
And now the Master ticks and tocks,
For all he sees is his long awaited box.
And he is shipped back to the workshop, where time began.
Will he be used no more?
But life for the Master is not finished yet,
For here his time could be reset.