Hickory dickory dill.
The mouse ran up the hill.
Scared Jill and Jack
came tumbling back.
Hickory dickory dill.
Hickory dickory deep.
The mouse scared Miss Bo Peep.
Forgot her lambs,
both ewes and rams.
Hickory dickory deep.
Hickory dickory doubt.
The mouse ran up the spout.
A spider there,
he fled its lair.
Hickory dickory doubt.
Hey diddle diddle.
The cat dropped the fiddle
to chase the mouse round the
room.
The little dog chased the cat
and the mouse,
and the farmer’s wife chased
with her broom.
Hickory dickory dee.
The mouse ran after me.
I wrote this poem.
Now you know him.
Hickory dickory dee.
Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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