There was once a German town
Where the people got around
To deciding that their guild
Was going to build
Something to improve their stock;
That is, by this, I mean a clock.

They were all in their prime
And decided that the time
In common was the most
That they needed for their host.

They commissioned a great tinker:
He really was a thinker;
And he built this great timepiece
Facing sunrise in the east.

In it he placed a great big bell
Which every day the time would tell
By ringing people to their work
And on Sunday to the church.

On the day of dedication
There was great jubilation,
But when the time was there to sound
The architect was not around.

How could he be late
For this important date?
Where he was, no one could tell,
For he was working in the bell.

He could not join in with the fun
For his work was never done.
All the folks began to sing
When the bell began to ring:

Ding
Dong
Going
Gong
Hong
Kong
King
Kong
Living
Long
Ming
Among
Ping
Pong
Wring
Wrong
Sing
Sing
Thing
Thong
Wing
Wong
Yin
Yang
Zing
Zonk

Thirteen times it rang.

Then all he could hear was bells.
Bells Bells Bells Bells Bells Bells Bells
The ringinginginginging of the bell.