• Hickory, dickory, doc.
    Look at the broken clock.
    The hands don’t move,
    Seems sad to me,
    But then again—
    Was it meant to be?
    Look; the rabbit’s running late!
    Or will he notice the broken clock;
    And dumbly take the bait?
    He must’ve forgotten—
    His head’s on the line!
    And now he’s very short on time!
    He’s late, he’s late, he’s late.