Little Trotty Wagtail, he went in the rain, And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again. He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get a fly, And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry. Little Trotty Wagtail, he waddled in the mud, And left his little footmarks, 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. 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 pig-stye, So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH BLUE CANTON-WARE by SARAH A. ATHEARN THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |