A Hillbilly Singsong

Scribble, scribble
Infants scribble
Sprawling on the ground O.
Wait to see them giggle out
And jumping to their toes O.

Brittle, brittle
Old and brittle
Granny squats so gently O.
Sitting by her pickle cans
She minds the kids at play O.

Dibble, dibble
Peasants dibble
Turning in the seeds O,
Waiting for, to drizzle down
The waters from the heavens O.

Sickle, sickle
Scythe and sickle
Snip across the park O,
Sparing not a tickle’s worth
An extra blade of grass O.

Nibble, nibble
Squirrels nibble
Gnawing on their nuts O,
Hoarding all their little ones
Safely in their lair O.

Kibble, kibble
Clanky kibble
Slithers down the well O.
Splashes into ripples there
And fetches me a drink O.

Quibble, quibble
Wenches quibble
Ranting down the street O.
Where’s the fun if fickle girls
Fail to scream a bit O.

Trickle, trickle
Honey’s trickle
Dripping down her lips O.
On her frock it dribbles down
She seems so not to care O.

Fribble, fribble
Simply fribble
Lousy loafers tale O.
Lazy chatters, riddle crackers
Ain’t no worth a dime O.

Fiddle, fiddle
Lonely fiddle
Sings a gypsy tune O.
Mourns a tale of brittle love
And makes my heart to wail O.