Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too

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We hopped in the car today to visit a local library that was recently renovated and Shel Silverstein's poem Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too popped into my head.

There's something about this poem that I love. 

Maybe it's the way the words roll of my tongue.

Maybe it's the way the poet uses repetition.

Maybe it's the way they go off on an adventure.

Whatever that something is, I like it!

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, 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.

Shel Silverstein is such a class children's poet. 

Do you have any favorites by him?

(I dare you to pick just one!)