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broadway-jane · 1 year

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I'm so excited to finally start making music for you all! To start us out, here's a little number I cooked up about my Poppop!

Lyrics under the cut!

Poppop Crocker's clock was too large for the shelf,

Standing eighty-six years on the floor.

It was taller by half than Poppop himself,

Though it weighed not a beaglepuss more.

It was brought 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 Poppop died.

Eighty-six years not slumbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

His life seconds numbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It stopped short, never to go again,

When Poppop died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,

Many hours had he spent as a boy;

And in pranking and mangrist the clock seemed to know,

And to share both his grief and his joy.

For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,

With a beautiful whipped cream pie.

But it stopped short, never to go again,

When Poppop died.

Eighty-six years not slumbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

His life seconds numbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It stopped short, never to go again,

When Poppop died.

Well it rang an alarm In the dead of the night,

An alarm that for years had been dumb.

And dad knew that his spirit was pluming for flight,

That the end of his pranking had come.

Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,

As his unabridged book starts to slide

And it stopped short, never to go again,

When Poppop died.

Eighty-six years not slumbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

His life seconds numbering,

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It stopped short, never to go again,

When Poppop died.

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