Diccora Dogium.

Dickory dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Dickory dickory dock.

Diccora diccora dogium,
Ascendit mus horologium.
    Insonuit hora,
    Fugit mus sine morâ,
Diccora diccora dogium.

Jacob Bigelow

Jacob Bigelow was an American physician, botanist, and botanical illustrator. He was instrumental in the founding of Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the first rural cemetery in the United States and a precursor to America's public parks. Bigelow was a leading advocate for modernizing medicine and medical education, focusing on practical medicine and scientific advancements. His contributions to botany include the publication of 'American Medical Botany,' which combined his medical knowledge with detailed botanical illustrations.

Jacob Bigelow

Jackus Et Jilla.

Jacob Bigelow, Simple Poetry

Advenæ Mendici.

Jacob Bigelow, Simple Poetry

Canis Kevensis.

Jacob Bigelow, Simple Poetry

Vetula Calceocola.

Jacob Bigelow, Simple Poetry

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White old face with figures black!
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Hickory, dickory dock!
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Felis In Fidibus.

Heigh diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed
To see such a craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Hidideldelis,
In fidibus felis,
Super lunam vacca saltavit.
Tum risit canicula,
Visâ re tam ridiculâ,
Et lanx cochleare raptavit.

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Little Dick And The Clock

When Dicky was sick
    In the night, and the clock,
As he listened, said "Tick-
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He said that it said,
    Every time it said "Tick,"
It said "Sick," instead,
    And he heard it say "Sick!"
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And he tried to see then,
    But the light was too dim,
Yet he heard it again -
    And't was talking to him!

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    Atty - sick-atty - sick
You poor little Dick-
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Have you got the hick-
    Atties? Hi! send for Doc
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    Atty - quick-atty - quock,
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Ansercula.

Goosey goosey gander,
Where shall you wander?
Up stairs, down stairs,
In my ladys chamber.

    Ansercula vagula, blandula,
    Quæ nunc abibis in loca?
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    In dominæ cubiculum.

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The Clock Of The Universe

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Swing--swang--here--there!
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Each tick is a Where, each tack a Not here,
Each tick is a kiss, each tack is a blow,
Each tick says Why, each tack I don't know.
Swing, swang, the pendulum!
Tick and tack, and go and come,
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With a tick, tack, loud and dumb,
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