Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
‘Hooray!’
‘What fun!’
‘It’s time we flew!’
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue. ‘
Hold on!’
‘Stay in!’
‘I hope we do!’
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
knows what’s
happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

-Shel Silverstein

The author Shel Silverstein is someone from my childhood I grew up hearing and loving. My Mom always read me The Giving Tree and my teacher read poems out of the books. When I was in about 2nd grade my class did a project where with him and his poems. I still remember this one from the book Where the Sidewalk end because of its repetition and rhyme.