The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

MY MOTHER, YOUR MOTHER, LIVE ACROSS THE STREET
TWO FIFTEEN EIGHTEEN BROADWAY STREET
EVERY NIGHT THEY HAD A FIGHT AND THIS IS WHAT THEY SAID:
ICKA BICKA SODACRACKER, ICKA BICKA BOO
ICKA BICKA SODACRACKER, OUT GOES YOU.

Submitter comment: THIS IS A RHYME FOR DESIGNATING WHO IS IT IN A GAME.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; LEXINGTON

Date learned: 09-19-1969