Tickety Tockety Sprockety Rockety

Tickety Tockety Sprockety Rockety. Where is my shockety brockety pockety? What is in it, that I can inny pinny have? What is out there, that is bigger than a calf? Tickety Tockety Sprockety Rockety. Where is my mind, and who owns a rocket? I am ready for outer space, I want to spring into space. I want to go out quickly, no one taking my place. Tickety Tockety Sprockety Rockety. Who are you to keep me sanctioned in mire? When I want to spring forth so much higher and higher. Who are you to tell important me what to do? I do not have to listen to anyone, especially you. Tickety Tockety Sprockety Rockety. Stop holding me back, I do not want your reality. I want my own-ness-ness; I believe in immortality. What is it, you are trying to gain by having your own way? You may be common sense, and I really need you to go away.