I’m staring at the clock;

I can hear the cog sounds

As I’m kneeling here to pray

For some simple, true sights,

But people come and knock,

And my faithful dog sounds–

So I’ll make them go away

And go look for new sights.

I stop down at the dock–

You should hear the frog sounds!

And walking all the day,

I find quite a few sights,

Like a farmer and his stock

Both making hog sounds,

So a warning, if I may:

You cannot undo sights!