ONE TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE

One, two,

Buckle my shoe

My shoe, world, my shoe.

Three, four,

Close the door

That’s what doors are for,

(But surely not forevermore)

Five, six,

Pick up sticks

And stones? And that bit

About names and broken bones?

Seven, eight,

Lay them straight

And narrow. Oh, wasn’t there something?

Shooting an arrow?

Nine, ten,

Begin again

Again? Again.

And then? Again.