Hickory Dickory Dock: Genre Undetermined

Hickory dickory dock, the mice ran up the clock. The clock strikes 10, the mice run down again, hickory dickory dock. Hickory dickory dock, the mice run into the maze. The clock strikes eleven, the mice are even, hickory dickory dock. Hickory dickory dock, the mice unlock the box. The clock strikes twelve, and no body needs to rhyme ever again, because nobody's going to tell their kids what happened after I got out of the box. Even parents who tell the original version with the mice getting their tails chopped off and the wicked stepmother being pushed into the barrel lined with nails--even those parents aren't going to tell the--


Inspiration: The ticking timer. Always the timer.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is low potential, I suppose, because there's no super-original story there. I *love* this as the opening for something, though.