A Very Special Clock

In a land across the ocean, by the mountains of adventure,

near the town of Tittle-Tattle, lives a very special man.

His name is Mister Biggins, he’s a funny little fellow

and he loves to feast on cornflakes, in his little caravan.


One day a man came knocking, from the town of Tittle-Tattle

and he said they had a problem with a very special clock.

An owl had flown right into it, and bumped his head and broke a bit

and now the clock was silent, not a tick and not a tock.


Now Mister Biggins knew about the clock in Tittle-Tattle,

for it was the most extraordinary clock you’d ever see.

It didn’t have the numbers that you’d find on all the others

but it showed you nice reminders that said lunch or time for tea.


He said he’d kindly help the worried man from Tittle-Tattle

and he packed up all his tool kit and he placed it in a box.

He put away his cornflakes and the cheesecakes and the pancakes,

and he headed down the hillside, he was good at fixing clocks.


The people were all waiting, in the town of Tittle-Tattle,

and even half the army had come out to say hello,

banging drums and blowing trumpets, eating pie and buttered crumpets

as they showed old Mister Biggins the direction he should go.


Now Mister Biggins loved the tasty food in Tittle-Tattle,

so he walked up to a fisherman to ask if he could try

just a little of his catch today, from out at sea, so far away

and wrap it all in pastry for his favorite, fishy pie.


The fisherman was sad because,

he didn’t know what time it was,

He turned around and scratched his head,

and gave a smile and gently said,


‘Pie Sir?

Aye Sir.

You’ll have it by and by, Sir.

I’ll go down to the jetty

and I’ll cook a little fishy

and I’ll serve it with potatoes

and tomatoes on a dishy, Sir.

But if you’re in a hurry, Sir

for something nice to munch,

I’m afraid I cannot start until

 the clock says time for lunch.’


Mister Biggins walked away, and brushed away a tear,

until he saw a little shop and thought, ‘I’ll try in here.’

He sat down at a table and as silly as it seems,

he took a look, and saw a cook, and asked for rice and beans.


The little cook was sad because,

he didn’t know what time it was,

He turned around and scratched his head,

and gave a smile and gently said,


‘Rice, Sir?

Nice, Sir

I’ll make it with some spice, Sir.

I’ll wash it and I’ll boil it

and be careful not to spoil it,

and if you would prefer it

I’ll put salt in when I stir it, Sir.

But if you’re in a hurry, Sir,

to have your lovely treat,

you’ll have to wait a while until

the clock says time to eat.’


Mister Biggins left the shop and brushed away a tear,

until he saw another place and thought, I’ll try in here.

He saw a pretty lady there, just making lots of tea,

and asked if she would pour him some, and how long would it be?


The lady was quite sad because,

she didn’t know what time it was,

She turned around and scratched her head,

and gave a smile and gently said,


‘Me, Sir?

Tea, Sir?

As quick as I can be, Sir.

We’ve some that comes from China

And Ceylon and Carolina.

Even some that tastes of buttercups,

in case you want another cup.

But if you’re in a hurry, Sir

I hope you’ll kindly see,

that I really cannot pour until

the clock says time for tea.’


Mister Biggins walked away and brushed away a tear.

Until he saw a baker shop and thought, I’ll try in here

‘I’m feeling rather hungry, sir,’ he whispered with a smile

‘I wonder if you’ll bake a cake, and will it take a while?’


The baker man was sad because,

he didn’t know what time it was,

He turned around and scratched his head,

and gave a smile and gently said,


‘Bake, Sir?

Cake, Sir?

I’ll see what I can make, Sir.

I’ll get my lovely flour

And I’ll add some creamy butter

And I’ll cook it and I’ll serve it

with some plums to make it sweeter, Sir.

I know you’re in a hurry, Sir

to eat it with a cuppa

but I really cannot bake until

the clock says time for supper.’


The little man was hungry, but he knew just what to do.

So he got his little ladder and his little hammer too.

He picked up all the broken bits of clock from on the floor,

and he fixed them all back in the places they had been before.


Throughout the town of Tittle-Tattle, people clapped their hands

For the clock was now tick-tocking like the finest in the land.

The soldiers played their music on the drums and on the trumpets,

and they gave old Mister Biggins all their pies and all their crumpets,

and the baker made plum pudding, and the lady poured the tea,

and the cook, he made some spicy rice as nice as it could be.


Mister Biggins ate up all the food beneath the starry sky,

then the fisherman came over with a lovely fishy pie.

There was cucumber and sweetcorn and some juicy red tomatoes,

and the sweetest tasting lettuce and a dozen baked potatoes.

So he ate up all the fishy pie, and even had had more cake,

until at last they heard him cry, ‘I’ve got a tummy ache.’


The soldiers heard his poorly cry,

and picked him up to say goodbye,

And as they carried him away,

they heard old Mister Biggins say:

‘It’s been a rather lovely day,

a cake and plummy pudding day.

A fishy pie and crumpet day,

a busy, tasty, pastry day.

But now the clock says time for bed,

I’ll clean my teeth, and lay my head

upon my pillow, soft and clean,

and have the nicest, sweetest dream

all curled up snugly in a ball,

and promise I’ll remember all

the lovely things I had to eat,

in Tittle-Tattle’s little street.


The soldiers took the tired man

 and put him in his caravan.

He yawned and sighed and scratched his head,

but didn’t go to find his bed.

He found his breakfast bowl instead,

 and as it still had cornflakes in,

he laughed and gave a toothy grin

and sat upon the kitchen bin

and grabbed a spoon and tucked right in.


And in the town the special clock,

it gave a tick and then a tock.

The owl flew up into the sky,

to kiss the stars and pass on bye,

and all the while the moon looked down,

upon the very special town,

and as the people dimmed the lights,

the clock struck twelve and said,