the Mice and the Clock

Hickory dickory dock,

the Mice strolled up the Clock.

Up above,

the birds hard at work,

already picking worms.

Elsewhere,

the bees hard at work,

busy picking nectar.

Hickory dickory dock,

the Clock struck one,

the Mice ran down,

down to their fave haunt

for succulent tasty food.

Hickory dickory dock,

the Clock struck two - two, two.

The Mice came strolling back,

stopping for a tea or coffee,

admiring the Sun blazing above.

Hickory dickory dock,

tick tock, tick tock.

The Clock chimed six ...

... and the Mice came racing down the Clock.

Like F1 track, no less.

Gone in a jiffy.

Hickory dickory dock,

the Clock and its watchers.