Piddlin

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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.

“I think”, said the nouse, “We’ve gone astray.
We’re all quite lost is what I say.”
“Oh my”, said the duck, ” That’s such bad luck,
but isn’t it a lovely day!”

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.

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