I'm Tickled
for my grandson, River, born in 1997
© Jay Harden
When I’m tickled, the cows leave home,
Boys don’t snore, my friends don’t roam.
When I’m tickled, I don’t have a bone
To pick or to throw at you.
When I giggle, I bend in the middle.
It makes the mid-day news:
My seat pants rip and my chocolate dip
Plops all over my shoes.
After I’m tickled, the cows come home,
Boys make noise, my friends telephone.
After I’m tickled, I don’t have a bone
To pick or to throw at you.
When I chuckle, my knees kinda buckle
And smiles leak outta my brain.
I then get the crazies laying in the daisies
Chewin’ on sugar cane.
When I’m tickled, the cows leave home,
Boys don’t snore, my friends don’t roam.
When I’m tickled, I don’t have a bone
To pick or to throw at you.
When I’m dreamy, I splash through the trees,
A mighty little river off to the seas,
Bubble through the water just like I oughta,
Singing the song that I please.
I mostly feel mirth ‘cause that’s what I’m worth,
But I don’t like it all alone.
I’ll find me a buddy who’ll play in the muddy
‘til all our goofies are gone.
After I’m tickled, I still feel good.
I still make noise, better than I could.
After I’m tickled, I’ll whittle on wood
And show my creation to you.