Ticklish Spots & Picnics

I want to know your ticklish spots,

And make your favorite food—

I’ll clean the dirty pots—

Only if you’re in a good mood,

Or have on the right attitude.

I’ll tickle you in the pits of your knees,

When we’re out sometime in May,

In the shade of the trees,

The wildflowers a bouquet,

I hope we do that every day.