From sticks to bricks, 

There will always be pricks and chicks 

That will give you the ick,

But will it stick?

Icks do not always come quick

Even if you are lovesick,

You, too, can get the ick

And become heartsick

Icks do not always click

They are slick little tricks 

That one does not pick, 

But once they tick, they are hard to flick

From old icks to new icks,

Icks will always exist

Because once you get the ick,

It sticks