The year nineteen twenty seven,
On a cold November night,
A dedication took place here,
Its tribute fitting and right.

A new town hall with clock and bell
Electra Webb had gifted
In memory of her family.
Our town’s burden was lifted.

For years, the old Seth- Thomas clock
Would chime each passing hour,
But with age the clock and brass bell
Had inconsistent power.

Soon weary of the bell’s ringing
minutes too early or late,
We stopped the pendulum swinging,
Technology sealed its fate.

Decades later our clock is fixed.
Again, its hands move on time.
Accurate to the second now,
With its bell to strike and chime.