Little Dick and the Clock
When Dicky was sick
In the night, and the clock,
As he listened, said “Tick-
Atty—tick-atty—tock!”
He said that it said,
Every time it said “Tick,”
It said “Sick,” instead,
And he heard it say “Sick!”
And when it said “Tick-
Atty—tick-atty—tock,”
He said it said “Sick-
Atty—sick-atty—sock!”
And he tried to see then,
But the light was too dim,
Yet he heard it again—
And’t was talking to him!
And then it said “Sick-
Atty—sick-atty—sick
You poor little Dick-
Atty—Dick-atty—Dick!—
Have you got the hick-
Atties? Hi! send for Doc”
To hurry up quick
Atty—quick-atty—quock,
And heat a hot brick-
Atty—brick-atty—brock,
And rikle-ty wrap it
And clickle-ty clap it
Against his cold feet-
Al-ty—weep-aty—eepaty—
There he goes, slapit-
Ty—slippaty—sleepaty!”