For Whom the Tick Ticks: It Ticks for Thee

Her first two ticks of the season
Were her first and second reason
              To be ticked.
When on her they slyly alighted
She should have felt pleased and delighted
              To be picked.

              To be picked:
By the ticks as she pranced ’cross the moor;
Then by friends as they searched her for more.
              She was ticked—
But deticked, from her hat to her sock,
As they searched for that dreaded tick-pock.

              She was picked
              To be ticked,
              But was ticked
              To be picked.

                                     —Anon Poetick Mouse