It is a silly poem having to do with the doom of a pickle.
Do not be ickle, my fellow pickle,
For here cometh the sickle quickle
Come to take a lickel, but for a nickel.
Oh, and pickle, it is not mickle, but if it
Is sickle, it shall not be so quickle.
However, if it is quite sickle, then
There will be no nickel, for it is fickle.
Hickle! Oh, I have a tickle!
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