Fe, fi, fo, fum,
I smell a little brother!
I hear the shreikingof his six-year-old voice,
see a flash of his very curly brown hair,
I lie in wait of his passing by me,
he screams like a girl as I jump out at him,
taking him down in a flurry of giggles
as I tickle him to the point peeing his pants,
and after much struggling he barely escapes
my tickling fingers and hands.
Fe, fi, fo, fum,
he didn't smell his big sister. |