Hoggady Boggedy
There lives a hog called foggedy boggedy
You'll see him rolling in the mud
wearing his boggedy boots quelching his fairy suds..
His pal called Horace Hoggedy snuffles for his truffles,
blowing foggiest bubbles in the glorious boggiest tub
Hoggedy foggedy boggedy
Foggedy boggedy the hog
Takes an afternoon snooze
Under a boggy log
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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