I tiddle tiddle tiddle
down the lane lane lane
And winkle winkle winkle
through the grain grain grain
I hop and skip and leap and whirl
we all give a group shout
And now I'm such a weary squirrel
cuz I am all pooped out.
Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king
Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing
He's amazing to human dragon and elf
He even impressed the Pope
Who's a pretty good winker himself.
Every day I grab my squidger
(Too much, the tiddlywinks bus)
Flip my winks into a pitcher
(Too much, the tiddlywinks bus)
I'm so nervous my knuckles pop
(Too much, the tiddlywinks bus)
Pretty soon it's you I'll squop
(Too much, the tiddlywinks bus).
Rum tum timpy tappy tum tum tum
Rum tum tippy tampy tum.
I flip tiddle winkies with my thumb
Rum tum winky wappy wum.
Ring rang nippy nappy tee tie toe
Rag tag sticky taffy yum
I flick tiddle winkles high-dee-hoe
Knick knack deedle dyddle dum.
Hi tiddley hi ti I'm all right
I needed a mai tai, keeps me tight
I'm a waking winky -- got a belly ache
I think a Bromo-Seltzer is what I'll take.
Pritty little winks.
Pritty little winks.
What do you think
of the pritty little winks.
They love you
You love them
Each and every little wink
Is a pritty gem
(giggly apologies to Bo Diddly and Buddy Holly)
I'm tellin' you how it's gonna be
You gonna play tiddlywinks with me
Tiddle forever and one day
Winks are winks and so they'll stay
Hey, hey hey Mona, Mona, oh Mona.
I'm gonna buy you a tiddlin' game
You gonna buy me the very same
Watch as we go tiddly hop
Keep on playin', never stop
Hey, hey hey Mona, Mona, oh Mona.
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
Hi Tiddley Hi Ti
I sung this happy song
Hi Tiddley Hi Ti
But got the lyrics wrong
Hi Tiddley Hi Ti
The winker's life for me
I'm wearing a tie-dye
It fits me to a T.
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
Buddha says to me
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
He flips me in a tree
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
I get stung by a bee
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
So meditatively.
[with apologies to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae]
We are the winkers! Short days ago,
We played all night, until dawn's glow,
Squopped and were squopped: for here we go
In the Fields of Winks, to hop them low.
I reckon my prime sport is tiddlywinks
Don't take much energy and little thinks
I can sit and flip the disks
Sans cracked skull and other risks
That might occur while golfing on the links
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in Royal Trevino's "My Favorite Sport" Contest - Feb 2011
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