There’s a secret door On a shelf in the back, Begging, waiting To be opened. But the sly clock that ticks Will never tock the tock That will tell you how The lock can be opened. So you must find The key that will wind The old clock’s wily face To get it to tock The answer away. And the key is still Where it has always been Behind the crazed locks Of the wicked jewelry box. But if you offer the box A jewel of some kind: A broach or ring or pretty pearls, The key for you it unfurls. Then with that key you can unwind The wicked wily clock And it will tock away The enchanted lock That tells you how To open the secret door Hidden on the shelf In the back.
My adopted niece wanted a story on our drive home from the park tonight - this popped out and it's translated as best as possible from memory.