Chapter 2 2

Oh CRASH! my BASH! it's BANG! the ZANG! Fourth WHOOSH! of BAROOOM! july WHEW! Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Went for an ide 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 whats Happened to Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Captain Hook must remember Not to scratch his toes. Captain Hook must watch out And never pick his nose. Captain Hook must be gentle When he shakes your hand. Captain Hook must be careful Openin saardine cans And plalying tag and pouring tea And turnin pages of his book. Lots of folks Im glad I aint-- But mostly Captain Hook! I will not play at tug o war.

Id rather play at hug o war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And its rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lions cage Im afraid I got too near. And Im writing these lines From inside a lion, And its rather dark in here.