Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop
 Cantering, cantering down the wide street
 On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;
Cantering, cantering out to the farm,
Stripes on his apron and basket on arm.
 Run to the window and tell him to stop -
 Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!