Rigby's Diggs

He was a funny old fellow
A boom for a bellow
No sooner was it said and done
And Rigby Diggs would get up and run

Run through the meadow
Run through the stream
Choc, for the cello
A mouth full of cream

Marshmallow streams all gleaming in light
Bastion was born, into beautiful flight
To cast no shadow alone in the night

Rigby Diggs, no mime for the mallow
Could he humble by way of the shallow
Pinch of a penny no pond for a dime
Living within the shadow of crime

Munford said as waldo said
Could there be marbles running loose in his head
Cold is a cabbage, alone in his bed

Mulligan marvelled, at mischievous flies
While shadows were cast among, the scrupulous eyes

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