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

from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

#AmericanWriters

  • 0
  • 0
  •  
  •  
Login to comment...

Liked or faved by...

Email

Other works by Shel Silverstein...

Some poets who follow Shel Silverstein...

Cynthiaa Williams Amanda Starr Olga Gavrilovskiy Aubriana Marie Lxnnnie Rutledzh Robert Thomas Halliwell