Clickity wickity
Tickity tock
I talk to the trees
And sing to the rocks
Lickity splickity
Knickity knack
The trees only laugh
The rocks all sing back
Hockity pockety
Blippity blap
The sound of the sirens
Is my favorite trap
Snickity snackity
Whippity wap
I tickle my Cyclops
When he takes a nap
Snoopity poopity
Goopity gap
My dog sings a ballad
And sits on my lap
Cookity bookity
Hoppity hip
When you’re dancing on quasars
You better not slip
by Richard W. Bray
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