The Snuffle-nosed Weedle

The snuffle-nosed weedle

Took string and took needle

To tie himself up in a bundle.

His tos and his fros

Went as far as his nose,

But the nose proved to hard for to hundle.

The snuffle-nosed weedle

Would gently have pleadle,

Though we know snuffle noses can't talk

And suppose that he could,

It would do him no good,

He was lost in the heart of New Yok.

The snuffle nosed thingy

Was thinking of stringy

And needles and noses and things

He huffed and he hellowed

And practically bellowed

And tried to decide between twings.

The snuffle-nuff nuffle

Sat long on a tuffle

And thought of some German words

There, bereft of intention

Without hon'rable mention

He's been sitting for ten or more yeards.

The snuf nuff nuff nuff

On his duff duff duff duff

Was inside an old bag on a hill

And if stringys and needles

Are all he can weedles

He's probably sitting there still.