Hickory dickory dock, the mouse runs up to God.
He tilts his head and laughs away; says Son, you just don't cut it.
The mouse drops down and hits the ground; shattered in to pieces.
It picks them up; they crack again, and it weeps This is all I've got.
So it devises a plan and dies again; it's soul floats up to God.
He cocks his head and narrows his eyes; says That just can't fool me.
The soul weeps twice then fades away and travels back to earth;
settles six feet under and miles away from what it thought was all it had.
Hickory dickory dock,
what you give is what you've got.
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