What's A beckadee? at 5:51 AM

When I was very small my mama would sing a song to me and it went something like the rageddy andy song only she said, "beckadee, beckadee, beckadee anny". She called me "rageddy anny" because I would tare the hem from my dress and my socks would be down under my feet in my shoes, my hair a mess, all that after sending me off to school in near perfect condition.

(Clack, clack, clack). Is it an ogre headed this way? No, it was my tiny 5` mother in her heals walking towards my room at school.
I can still hear her heals clacking in a dreadful echo down the hall from my class room. I say dreadful because I knew how disappointed she would be for me being in such a mess if she saw me. She wasn't necessarily coming to my room. She was a big wig in the PTA so her heals were heard at any given time.

So, I'm happy to be a beckadee!!