"The Counting Man", by William Vaughn Moody

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,
Craka feeny, finey, fo;
Omma nooja, oppa tooja,
Rick, bick, ban, do!

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo -
All the children in a row.
Craka feeny, who is he,
Counting out so solemnly?

Eeny, meeny, look how tall,
Like a shadow on the wall!
When did he come down the street,
Muffled up from head to feet?

Listen! Don't you hear the shiny
Shadowman count meeny - miney?
Hush! When all the counting's done
Maybe I might be The One!

Craka feeny, finey, fo,
Watch his shining fingers go!
He can see enough to play,
Though he hides his face away.

Oppa tooja, rick, bick, ban,
O the solemn Counting Man!
Forty-'leven from the top -
Now where will his fingers stop?

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,
Craka feeny, finey, fo;
Omma nooja, oppa tooja,
Rick, bick, ban, do!