Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain, <br />And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again, <br />He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get a fly, <br />And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry. <br /> <br />Little trotty wagtail, he waddled in the mud, <br />And left his little footmarks, trample where he would. <br />He waddled in the water-pudge, and waggle went his tail, <br />And chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden rail. <br /> <br />Little trotty wagtail, you nimble all about, <br />And in the dimpling water-pudge you waddle in and out; <br />Your home is nigh at hand, and in the warm pig-stye, <br />So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a good-bye.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-trotty-wagtail-2/
