I wandered around in the Windiwiddle,
with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle.
We paused a while to piddle in a puddle,
as we mused confused in the middle of a muddle.
The moose, if he heard, never ever said a word,
as he took up his fiddle to play.
Then poor ol me, no path did see,
and said not yea or nay.
So if you wander around in the Windiwiddle,
with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle,
don’t piddle in a puddle, too long in a muddle,
or you just might lose your way.