A Line from Mother's Goose 3

The clock strikes nine
To mark the time
The mouse comes out to play
He follows his nose
By the wall he goes
To the tick-tick-tock
Of the ever tick-tocking clock
The night is young
The clock chimes one
Loud, long bong
He holds his ears
As he rides the gears
Then uses his snout
To find the way out
Back to his hole
There goes the mouse
To his tiny mouse-house.