Hickory, dickory, dock!
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one
And down he run.
Hickory, dickory, dock!
HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
It was very quiet all over the house.
Little Boy Blue was fast asleep, dreaming of Santa Claus.
Boy Blue's father and mother were asleep, too, but I don't know what they were dreaming about.
"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."
Hark! Was that a mouse? Yes, I think it was.