Hickory dickory dock
The hands went round the clock
Began to think, poured a drink
Two fingers and three rocks
Hickory dickory dock
Of life, begun to take stock
Quite bereft, there's not much left
And no longer part of the flock
Hickory dickory dock
Went and purchased a Glock
Tastes like metal, burns like a kettle
Two fingers, trigger and stock
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
The hands went round the clock
Began to think, poured a drink
Two fingers and three rocks
Hickory dickory dock
Of life, begun to take stock
Quite bereft, there's not much left
And no longer part of the flock
Hickory dickory dock
Went and purchased a Glock
Tastes like metal, burns like a kettle
Two fingers, trigger and stock
nursery rhyme + time
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