LITTLE TROTTY WAGTAIL
            John Clare
                c. 1849
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Little trotty wagtail, he went in the rain
And tittering, tottering sideways he near got straight again
He stooped to get a worm and looked up to catch a fly
And then he flew away e're his feathers they were dry


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Litle trotty wagtail he waddled in the mud
And left his little foot marks 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


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Little trotty wagtail you nimble all about
And in the dimpling water pudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand and in the warm pigsty
So little Master Wagtail I'll bid you a 'Good bye.'


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