Fidget the midget

           just couldn't sit still

He was wriggling Tuesday

            And he's wriggling still

He sat on a daisy

            But wriggled right off.

He wriggled out of the garden

            At Old Uncle Moth's

Doctor McWicky

            - A fly of renown

Was called to come quickly

            From the far side of town

"Oh dear" he exploded

            with a splutter and spit

"I really don't like this.