A GAPING-WIDE-MOUTH-WADDLING FROG

A gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog, Two puddings’ends would choke a dog, Or a gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog.

Three monkeys tied to a log, Two puddings’ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Four puppies with our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Five beetles against the wall, Close to an old woman’s apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Six Joiners in Joiners’ Hall, Working with their tools and all. Five beetles against the wall, Close to an old woman’s apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Seven lobsters in a dish, As fresh as any heart could wish. Six joiners in Joiners’ Hall, Working with their tools and all. Five beetles against the wall, Close to an old woman’s apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Eight peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all got there? You don’t know, and I don’t care. Seven lobsters in a dish, as fresh as any heart could wish. Six joiners in Joiners’ Hall, working with their tools and all. Five beetles against the wall, close to an old woman’s apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Nine ships sailing on the main, Some bound for France, and some for Spain; I wish them all safe back again. Eight peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all got there? You don’t know, and I don’t care. Seven lobsters in a dish, As fresh as any heart could wish. Six joiners in Joiners’ Hall, Working with their tools and all. Five beetles against the wall, Close to an old woman’s apple-stall. Four puppies with our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call. Three monkeys tied to a log. Two puddings’ ends, would choke a dog, Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.