Hickory, dickory, dock,
Again he tried the clock,
This time,—don’t frown,—
The clock ran down!
Hickory, dickory, dock.
How shall I go to Babylon?
Who will tell me true?
Oh, there are trains, and there are boats,
And automobiles too.
And one may ride a bicycle,
Or go in a balloon;
Or one may travel on his feet
And get there ’most as soon.
For trains go off the track, you see,
And boats go down below;
And automobiles go to smash
In ways that none may know.
And tires of bicycles go pop,
Balloons will go and balk,
So taking all in all, I think
If I were you, I’d walk.
