Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
from the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends” (1974)

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.

I wanted a scooter because everyone had scooters and they all would race down the hill in our neighborhood. It was so fun. I wanted to be a part of that. For my eighth birthday, I got a cool new scooter with sparks on them. Sparks are things you add on your breaks so it shoots sparks when you break. It was amazing! I was so happy that I got it. I loved racing and it was so much easier to ride it to the basketball park or the swimming pool than to walk.