I need a little stick when I
Go walking up the street.
To poke in cracks as I go by
Or point at birds up in the sky
Or whack at trees we meet.
I need a stick to zim along
The fences that we pass;
I need a stick for dragging through
the gravel or the grass.
My father says there cannot be
A single doubt about it:
I have to have a stick with me.
I cannot walk without it.
