an Ogden Nash poem I couldn't find on the Internet - not Bing, not Google, not Quack
goes something like:
my shiny new watch
goes tickety ticket
whenever?/after? I wind it
it sounds like a cricket
...
da da da da da
da da da da da da
...
'til shaken by baby
then pretty watch stops.
The poem was in a book in the bookcase when I was growing up.
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