One, two, three, slap my knee. My husband to be, his name is Cody. Four, five, six, kick up sticks. My heart wonโt tick without my Cody fix. Seven, eight, nine, straighten your spine. Spin to see Cody lookinโ so fine. Ten, eleven, twelve, nothing rhymes with twelve. Chicks want Cody, but his buttโs mine!