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!
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riding-song/