Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain
& tittering tottering sideways he neer got straight again
He stooped to get a worm & looked up to get a fly
& then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry
Little trotty wagtail he waddled in the mud
& left his little footmarks trample where he would
He waddled in the water-pudge & waggle went his tail
& chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden rail
Little trotty wagtail you nimble all about
& in the dimpling water-pudge you waddle in & out
Your home is nigh at hand & in the warm pig-style
So little Master Wagtail I'll bid you a good-bye
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