me, me, me

Regardless of my granddaughters mood, an offer to sing Patty Cake, draws her to my lap as surely as if the Pied Piper himself were piping.  I do a pretty jazzy version, sort of Motown meets Mother Goose. The song ends with one word joyously repeated, "me, me, me, me, ME!"
A word any two year old would love.