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!
