O, lady of the lilting phrase--
I mused, I brooded many days,
Then wrote this verbal fantasie
With words of aural filigree,
A vocal discourse wove in knots.
This, writ for babes and tiny tots,
Expounds in simple rhyming verse,
A topic common (yet perverse)!
Here's wee Willie Twinkle Toes
With sister Rosey Pussytoes.
She stands in her clean underclothes
With something up inside her nose.
Wee Willie really thinks he knows
What secret's up in Rosey's nose.
Up, Willie, stand on tippy toes.
Can you now see what's in her nose?
Quick, Rosey! Blow your little nose,
Or it will slowly decompose.
Then we will see if Willie knows
What Rosey has up in her nose.
We mean, Rosey, not to impose,
But please, O Rosey, blow your nose!
O look! O my! Yes, there she blows!
Wee Willie, what was in her nose?
Guessed right, wee Willie Twinkle Toes?
And did you get some on your clothes?
Will Rosey to our view disclose
Just what was up inside her nose?
Please, Rosey! Now you must disclose
The things that your hands do enclose.
And then we quickly must dispose
Of what was in wee Rosey's nose.
Now, then, just what do you suppose
Was in sweet Rosey's nose?