 | The Poems and Plays of William Vaughn Moody |  |
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THE COUNTING MAN
I
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,Cracka feeny, finey, fo;
Omma nooja, oppa tooja,
Rick, bick, ban, do!
II
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,—All the children in a row.
Cracka feeny, who is he,
Counting out so solemnly?
III
Eeny, meeny, look how tall,Like a shadow on the wall!
When did he come down the street,
Muffled up from head to feet?
IV
Listen! Don't you hear the shinyShadow-man count meeny-miney?
Hush! when all the counting's done
Maybe I might be The One!
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V
Cracka feeny, finey, fo,Watch his shining fingers go!
He can see enough to play,
Though he hides his face away.
VI
Oppa tooja, rick, bick, ban,O the solemn Counting Man!
Forty-'leven from the top—
Now where will his fingers stop?
VII
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,Cracka feeny, finey, fo;
Omma nooja, oppa tooja,
Rick, bick, ban, do!
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