H,P,P,P
Higgledy Piggledy Poggledy Poo.
Higgledy piggledy poggledy poo
Well really, what's a poor man to do!
Walking this way, walking that
should he or shouldn't he wear his hat?
Higgledy piggledy poggledy poo
Always trying to make things do
with his stick and dog
and his worn out left shoe
well really what's a poor man to do?
Higgledy piggledy poggledy poo
up at nine and out by two
with his stick and dog out in the fog
and his old worn out left shoe
was higgledy piggledy poggledy poo!
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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