Poems (Probyn)/Dandelion clocks

by May Probyn

DANDELION CLOCKS.

What's o'clock? What's o'clock?
 Blow, Baby, blow!
Ring the bell, and call, and knock,—
 Say we want to know.
Harder, Baby, blow—and see!
 Now what is it saying?
One and two, and two and three—
 Three, and time for playing.

What's o'clock? What's o'clock?
 Baby, blow again!
Little plumelets shake and rock—
 Now they tell us plain.
Up they fly like bees from hive—
 Oh, the numbers missing!
Four and five, and four and five—
 Five, and time for kissing.

What's o'clock? What's o'clock?
 Baby, blow the last—
Such a few of all the flock,
 And they are flitting fast;
Six—and off they go to play,
 To find the others, maybe—
Six—and all flown far away!
 And bed-time come for Baby.