Cuckoo mocks the wall clock signalling one
Across the cold floor a blind mouse did run
Cuckoo— tock— cuckoo— directly on cue
Out of the woodwork blind mouse number two
Cuckoo— tick— cuckoo— tock— cuckoo— tock tick
In sauntered mouse three— they all heard the click

"Welcome to my trap," the farmer's wife raved
"It's built for mice, not on the path that's paved
A little birdy sounded the alarm
Said you don't like the way I run my farm"

"How dare you speak out against the precept
Ready my burning stake— get a crowd pepped"

"I've no qualms martyring a modest mouse
I'd give Stewart Little himself a douse
I'll cut off your tales with my carving knife
Which will it be, three tongues or your whole life?"

#nurseycrimes #rhyme #tick-tock
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