Tick tock, tick tock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
Cheese in its mouth and a mission
on its mind.
Tick tock, tick tock.
It sits on top where I can’t reach.
Peering down, taunting me.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The mouse won’t get off the clock,
I raise the broom over my head.
It watches me with a smug look.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Whose bright idea was it to place
the clock there?
Oh, stupid, it was me.
Tick tock, tick tock.