Early one morning,  

There's a strange noise.  

Something lands on the sand,  

Standing there with poise.  

Little Fish comes out,  

Sees what they found.  

There lays a small object,  

Twinkling and round.  

Suddenly it rings,  

A sharp, bright note.  

And Little Fish darts back,  

Their heart in their throat.  

But then it just stops,  

And lays there still.  

So they leave it alone,  

And the clock stays on the hill.