Classic Poem

I like the way that the world is made,
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears)
With part in the sun and part in the shade
(Tickle me, please , behind the ears).
This comfortable spot beneath a tree
Was probably planned for you and me;
Why do you suppose God made a flea?
Tickle me more behind the ears.

I hear a cricket or some such bug
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears)
And there is a hole some creature dug
(Tickle me, please , behind the ears).
I can't quite smell it from where we sit,
But I think a rabbit would hardly fit;
Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll look into it:
Tickle me more behind the ears.

A troublesome fly is near my nose,
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
He thinks I'll snap at him, I suppose,
(Tickle me, please , behind the ears).
If I lay on my back with my legs in air
Would you scratch my stomach, just here and there?
It's a puppy trick and I don't much care,
But tickle me more behind the ears.

Heaven, I guess, is all like this
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
It's my idea of eternal bliss
(Tickle me, please , behind the ears).
With angel cats for a dog to chase,
And a very extensive barking space,
And big bones buried all over the place, —
And you, to tickle behind my ears.