a sip of tea no 9 knitting needles click wickity wackity grandma sits.

Wickity wackity the waft of homemade bread, tickity tockity grandfather 

mumbles in his head savinelli puffs drift out through the front door

over a donkey stoned step, wickity wackity eeee by eck.

Wickity wackity the old outside lavi, pongy in summer frozen over in winter,

last weeks news paper dangling on a string you can read the gossip of the town 

while doing your thing.The spickity spider creeps slowly between the bricks

wickity wackity the lavi chain sticks.

Wickity wackity black cast kettle on the boil, basted chicken crunched into last weeks tin foil

veg of the season chipped and chopped popped in the pan with a plippity plop, parsnips crackle

in the dripping tray and roasted tatties sizzle away wickity wackity wickity wip ummm lunch on a sunday.

you can't beat it.

Wackity wickity nannie kneading cold doe bullseye the jack russell eating the bits on the floor

her pinny strings tied tight buzzing around washing, scrubbing singing hymns aloud

old grandfather sits in his favorite parlour chair tuning the vintage zeneth radio into gardeners world

the pigeon fanciers weekly folded tidily on his knee wickity wackity a pint mug of hot tea.

Wickity wackity the rocking chair rocks splishity splashity the flag floors are mopped

grandmas chilled hands on a grandsons poorly brow the teaspoon comes close

then the cod liver oil goes down a disapproving yukkk then out to play wickity wackity old wives tale.

Wackity wickity brass medels without a gleam ,tatty moggies sleep sound beneath carved lion and ball feet

net curtains twitch has folks pass by wickity wackity a sunday at grandmas.