Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet katydid
not crackle her crocodile skin.

Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins,
out zipping their yipping files.

Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippety splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.

Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety frying flies
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins.