Stick Stickly

I remember when I was just a boy

Summer afternoons would fill me up with joy

I'd sit right down, turn on the TV

Everyday I'd giggle mischeviously

I remember laughing like a buffoon

When I'd watch him on Nick in the Afternoon

He was my favorite thing about Nick

Yes, that little popsicle Stick Stickly

And he'd sing

Write to me

Stick Stickly

P.O. Box 963

New York City,

New York State

10108

10108

It's been years, now, since his show has aired

We sent a letter, it got returned, and now we're scared

Where'd he go? What did they do with him

When they decided they were through with him?

Did they break him, or burn him down for heat?

Were his googly eyes thrown out in the street?

Or is he fine? That's what I'm praying

I recall he was always saying

Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down

And he'd say

Write to me

Stick Stickly

P.O. Box 963

New York City,

New York State

10108

10108

10108

10108