Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock,

I think I have a broken clock,

The clock it never moves

And it shows the same time all the time.

So each time I take a look

It tells me the time

As quarter past nine.

Nothing around me moves,

The sun never goes down

And the dawn never breaks

The king still has his crown

And the dinosaurs still eat the snakes.

The water doesn't flow,

Because my clock tells me so.

Each time I take a look

It tells me the time

As quarter past nine.

But I never have to hurry

I have no deadlines to meet

And I am never really late

To the meetings of the great.

I never grow old

And I might not even die

Or so I am told.

Because each time I take a look

My clock shows me the time

As quarter past nine.

Hickory Dickory Dock

It is never really the clock

That decides for me

Whether I should climb a tree.

Even if each time I take a look

It tells me the time

As quarter past nine.

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