Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too!

by Shel Silverstein

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 Me too.

Never returned to the world they knew,

And nobody knows what's

Happened to

Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

I came across this poem on one of those kids sites. I was looking for interesting poetry for Ashley and since her surname is "Pickle" and this was a poem about someone or something called "Pickle Me" I asked for permission to use it.

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