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There’s a sort of a tickle,

The size of a nickel,

A bit like the prickle,

Of sweet-sour pickle;



It’s a quivery shiver,

The shape of a sliver,

Like eels in a river;



A kind of a wiggle,

That starts as a jiggle,

And joggles it’s way to a tease,

Which I can’t suppress,

Any longer, I guess,

So pardon me, Please,

While I sneeze.