The bong has gone
Big Ben has lost its bong,
i'm baffled, bemused, betwixt.
No longer is it booming out,
when will they get it fixed.
They've gone and got the builders in,
with scaffold all around.
From tip to toe, the workers flow,
but you cannot hear that sound.
Yes Big Ben, our dear old friend,
is silenced by old age.
Has took a rest, in gothic nest,
no longer centre stage.
But fear yee not, for one fine day
you"ll hear its deeply calls.
And just for now, you'll hear its pal,
the bells of old St. Pauls.