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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.

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But later that day it returned

And what do you think that I learned?

        It’s a very strange thing

        But it jumped on a king

And his staff had been very concerned.

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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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