One two, buckle my shoe.
"Buckle your own shoe!"
Who said that?
"I did. What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway?"
Three, four, shut the door.
"You shut it-you opened it."
Er...five, six, pick up sticks.
"Why should I pick them up-do you think I'm your slave? Buckle my shoe, shut the door, pick up sticks, next thing you’ll be telling me to lay them straight."
But it's only a poem...Nine, ten, a big fat...oh, never mind.