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Ickledy, Mickledy, Pickledy too,

Ate and they ate and they grew and they grew.

     They soon became giants, and all very tall -

     And the children they met?  They frightened them all!

 

Ickledy, Mickledy, Pickledy too,

Lived in a forest!   Perhaps you all knew;

     But friends?  They had none.  They were lonely and shy

     With feet in the forest and heads in the sky.

 

Ickledy, Mickledy, Pickledy too -

Oh I’m sure that you’ll think that this story’s not true,

     But take my advice and, oh don’t look so glum.

     Don’t gobble your food or a giant you’ll become!

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