Higgly, Bigly, Twiggy, Bop

Higgly, bigly, twiggy bop
Up he got and of he hopped
On his way to the little wee shop

With small black beady eyes
And a cute button nose
And fur the went all the way down to his toes
The little Snarliff stood only two feet tall
To everyone else, he was really that small

He'll crawl the through forest and over the hedge
And if he wasn't careful he would fall from the ledge

The little Snarliff rolled up, into a little black ball
Because he was tired and never wanted to crawl

Then he rolled down the mountain
Past the old man and through the tin can
Down past the fence and into the trench
Through the meadow where the tulips sway
And into the puddle all lined with thick clay
And across the way, till he reached the little wee shop

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