My Dubba-U

What would you do with a Dubba-U? Or maybe three; that’s up to you. Some are short and wavy, Mine calls me Davy, Coz that’s just what Dubba-U’s do. Well my best friend is a Dubba-U. He swam all the way from Timbuktu. And since he’s ticklish, Gets very gigglish, But when he laughs he only says, moo. What would you do with a Dubba-U? Let it play with Big Stu at the zoo? If it were up to me, I’d ask Mister Zee, The most newest gnu we ever knew. And that’s only a start, Since Dubba-U’s are so smart, Though they can’t count past forty two. That doesn’t matter to me, Coz they’ll always be The most lovable, Adorable, Incredibly dovable, Friend you’ll ever see. But I must confide, You first must decide, Which you will by the count of two: What you will do with your own Dubba-U? But you say that you can’t decide? Even though you really try tried? OK, I’ll tell you what you could do. Try holding it up in the air, Or stick it on top of your hair, While you’re at the fair, In a chair, Or here and there. But I shouldn’t tell these things to you. Coz you must decide, Before going outside, What you will do with your own Dubba-U! For Dr. Seuss Style contest