Tickle

Psalm 23:4 

⁴ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Tickle me oh bearded one ... the hill is far behind you

You are now in the valley in search for a call

Earplugs in your ears searching for a clue

Kneepads on your knees ready for a fall

Smile now uncertain one ... try to fool a few

Keep your blinders on your eyes to make the world small

Sandals on your feet and a robe of what is due

As the saints are marching on to search you after all