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Dec 2020
I wandered about in the Windiewiddle,
with a duck, and a mouse, and a moose with a fiddle.
We paused for a while to piddle in a puddle,
as we mused, confused,
in the middle of a muddle.
"I think", said the mouse,
"We've gone astray!
We're all quite lost is what I'd 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, confused ol me,
could say not yea or nay.
So if you wander about in the Windiewiddle,
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!
Written by
Stephen Howard  72/M/Entremundos
(72/M/Entremundos)   
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