TINK, tink, tink, Hear the pretty pieces clink, How the busy worker sings As his tiny hammer rings. Little songs are fashioned so, Placed all sweetly in a row. Stars and colored bits of glass, Look in, children, as you pass; See, the songsmith's happy things, Bells, and laughs, and fairy wings; Silver-dreams and dreams of gold— (Songsmith, are you really old?— Making pretty songs all day— Are you really old and gray?) Tink, tink, tink, We can hear the chink; Pretty songs are fashioned so, Placed all sweetly in a row. See the songsmith's happy things— Bells and laughs and fairy wings, Stars, and all-assorted things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR |