The Poetry Corner

Little Dick And The Clock

By James Whitcomb Riley

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 - dock! 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!"