John Jeffreys - Little Trotty Wagtail

Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again
He stooped to get a worm and looked up to get a fly
And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry

Little Trotty Wagtail he waddled in the mud
And left his little footmarks, trample where he would
He waddled in the water pudge and waggle went his tail
And chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden rail

Little Trotty Wagtail, you nimble all about
And in the dimpling waterpudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand and in the warm pig stye
So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a goodbye