James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Little Dick And The Clock - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

When Dicky was sick
In the night, and the clock,
As he listened, said 'Tick-
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-
He said it said 'Sick-
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-
You poor little Dick-
Have you got the hick-
Atties? Hi! send for Doc
To hurry up quick
And heat a hot brick-

And rikle-ty wrap it
And clickle-ty clap it
Against his cold feet-
_There_ he goes, slapit-

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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