WATCHES
A watch will tell the time of day, Or tell it nearly, any way, Excepting when it’s overwound, Or when you drop it on the ground
If any of our watches stop, We haste to Mr. Coggs’s shop; For though to scold us he pretends. He’s quite among our special friends.
He fits a dice-box in his eye, And takes a long and thoughtful spy, And prods the wheels, and says, “Dear dear! More carelessness, I greatly fear.”
And then he lays the dice-box down And frowns a most prodigious frown But if we ask him what’s the time. He’ll make his gold repeater chime.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 44, 14 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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106WATCHES Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 44, 14 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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