Clickety, clack go my knitting needles
As I count the stitches one by one
Can that be some that I have dropped
Or some that I have gained.

Drat it, some one knocking on my door
The dog barks, the cat meows,
The parrot is squawking aloud,
My knitting dangles on the floor.

'Tis only Mrs. Kelly to borrow a few sticks
As she uses up my time, with some of her tricks
A cup of tea will hit the spot,
As her gaze wanders to the old teapot.

Now Mrs Kelly is a dear old friend
Who loves to visit, but talk's no end
Time passes swiftly, with no work done
Still my knitting dangle, as stitches drop one by one.

Too many stitches, must have gone wrong
Knit two together, 'tis bound to come right
Thinking once more of the time I have spent
With a sigh of relief, I have knitted a tent.