mitchety kitchety

mitchety kitchety switchety doo
I tore up the kitchen to look for my shoe
ritchety, fitchety, vitchety ray
I am getting ready to throw the other away

stabbery wabbery mabbery wee
where could that silly comfy tennis shoe be?
friggety, wriggety, sliggety, bit,
If I do not find it soon, I plan to throw a big fit.
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