In the cowslip pips I lie
Hidden from a buzzing fly
While green grass beneath me lies
Pearled with dew like fishes eyes
Here I lie, a clock-a-clay
Waiting for the time of day

While grassy forest quakes surprise
And the wild wind sobs and sighs
My home rocks as like to fall
On its pillar green and tall
While the patt'ring rain drives by
Clock-a-clay keeps warm and dry

Day by day and night by night
All the week I hide from sight
In the cowslip pips I lie
In rain and dew still warm and dry
Day and night and night and day
Red, black-spotted clock-a-clay

My home shakes in wind and showers
Pale green pillar topped with flowers
Bending at the wild wind's breath
Till I touch the grass beneath
Here I live, lone clock-a-clay
Watching for the time of day