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!