Here you will find the Poem The Nurse's Watch of poet Clemens Maria Brentano
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' The moon it shines, My darling whines; The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer The sick both far and near. God knoweth all; Mousy nibbles in the wall; The clock strikes one:--like day, Dreams o'er thy pillow play. The matin-bell Wakes the nun in convent cell; The clock strikes two:--they go To choir in a row. The wind it blows, The cock he crows; The clock strikes three:--the wagoner In his straw bed begins to stir. The steed he paws the floor, Creaks the stable door; The clock strikes four:--'tis plain The coachman sifts his grain. The swallow's laugh the still air shakes, The sun awakes; The clock strikes five:--the traveler must be gone, He puts his stockings on. The hen is clacking, The ducks are quacking; The clock strikes six:--awake, arise, Thou lazy hag; come, ope thy eyes. Quick to the baker's run; The rolls are done; The clock strikes seven:-- 'Tis time the milk were in the oven. Put in some butter, do, And some fine sugar, too; The clock strikes eight:-- Now bring my baby's porridge straight.
