A tickle arrived on my nose,
And then it hopped off to my toes.
I scratched and I scratched
And it soon was dispatched
But where it went, nobody knows.
But later that day it returned
And what do you think that I learned?
My tickle had been
To visit the Queen -
And her staff had been very concerned.
So if you have a tickle at all -
Even one that is terribly small -
Don’t drive it away
For it’s likely to stray
And most likely will visit us all.
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