Click a Micka Clicka Micka

Click A micka Click a micka slap slap slap Coletta was clicking out a jig after her nap She is up on a chair! Her grandma said with alarm. She is pure Irish, her daddy argued, full of charm. Click A micka Click a micka slap slide, slide. Coletta’s moves were more than grandma could abide. She returned home, fearing the baby would fall off the chair. She did not of course, for St. Paddy’s Day was in the air.