Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory, dickory, dock.
This was one of my favorites as a child. My mom has a beautiful grandfather clock, and to me there was always something reassuring about hearing the clock chime while I lay in bed trying to fall alseep. I still love to open the glass door to reset the weights whenever I'm over there.
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