I’ll up and I’ll grin if you tickle my chin,
And I’ll sneeze if you tickle my nose;
I’ll up and I’ll cry if you tickle my eye—
But I’ll squeal if you tickle my toes!
Oh, grin with your chinnery in,
And sneeze with your nosery oze,
And cry with your wipery eye,
But please don’t tickle my toes!
I’ll grin and I’ll sneeze, I’ll cry and I’ll squeal,
And scare you with ouches! and ohs!
You may tickle my head, you may tickle my heel,
But please don’t tickle my toes!
Oh, grin with your innery chin,
And sneeze with your ozery nose,
And cry with your wipery eye,
But please don’t tickle my toes!
I’ll grin, tee-hee! and I’ll cry, boo-hoo!
And I’ll sneeze, icky chow! icky-chose!
And I’ll squeal just as loud, Oh, Lullymaloo!
Whenever you tickle my toes!
Buster John, Sweetest Susan, and Drusilla laughed so heartily at this that Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes didn’t wait to repeat the chorus of the song, but ran away, pretending to be very much frightened. This made the children laugh still more, and for the first time they felt thoroughly at home in Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country.