Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock
but that mouse always carried a glock
he didn't give a care so he chewed on a sock
you best not call him a "jock"
or else he'd clean your clock
bust you up with chains and locks
worse than stoning by rocks
he'd send em running down the block
the public was in complete shock
The END
Hickory Dickory "the GHETTO" Dock.....nursery rhymes for the soul by U77....... XD