With an Inch, It's a Cinch

Inch, inch, inch,
In a pinch, in a pinch, in a pinch.
Away with the can't and the probably not,
Forget all the oughts and the naughts, what rot!
Hold onto the wings and rings and things,
With their wishes and kisses and cabbage and kings.
Soft as a petal and sharp as a bee,
It can happen to you, just wait, you’ll see
Just an inch and a pinch,
It’s a cinch!