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Polly Wolly's Doodle

I chanced upon Polly Wolly Walking one day after school Clearly without her doodle Something she thought she'd never lose She told me she had sat it down As it was out of tune And when doodles sound more like poodles What else is there to do So I took a hold of Polly And led her by the hand Downtown to the lost and found Where all that's lost is left She went on and on about her doodle Like a long lost friend She asked the lass behind the desk If she'd ever see her doodle again The lass asked the doodles color scheme And how large it was in size Seems people lose their doodles often If not most all the time When they handed her her doodle back There really wasn't much to say As Polly Wolly and her doodle Waddled arm in arm merrily away

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 5/5/2017 9:28:00 AM
Croc-a-doodle-doo; very cute and clever!~Che :)
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Date: 5/5/2017 8:13:00 AM
I had to look up what a doodle is, and then it all made sense.
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Mike Hauser
Date: 5/5/2017 8:48:00 AM
It's actually a 100 year old song I fooled with
Date: 5/5/2017 7:25:00 AM
Mike it is delightfully written. I loved it so much I promptly read it again, and then I found the song and put it in the background as I read yet again. Fare thee well, Polly Wolly all the day "arm in arm merrily away" A fave:) Amitiés
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