Hickory, Dickory, Dock Parady
Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck nine,
It was past the deadline!
He missed an interview,
the job fell through.
He fell sadly to his knees,
no paycheck – no cheese.
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