Sometimes
his life is a jolly puzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay,
Sunshine
on the daisies.
Sharp
tongued Alice needs a muzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay
Sunshine
on the daisies.
Old
huzzy Harry is all confuzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay,
Sunshine
on the daisies.
She’s
stirred him up with a silver swuzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay,
Sunshine
on the daisies.
Until
his hairy pate is all a fuzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay,
Sunshine
on the daisies.
Now
all his thoughts are fuzzle wuzzle,
Riddle
me yea, riddle me nay,
Sunshine
on the daisies.
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