The Clock

The ticking it never stops

Not even for the rain that comes in drops

Or even for the frogs that hops

They are often put in squares here and there

Yet they never cease to show up everywhere

On wrists, on walls and bedside tables

It works with wires, plugs and cables

It uses hands like you and me yet has organs of machinery

Often associated with antiquity

It can be a cuckoo or a grandfather

It houses birds and chimes at three

It is a clock