clock..:/!

The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, dickory, dock Were not their own: They spoke for the clock With whose vast wheels Theirs interlock. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees Three, four, Knock at the door Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there,