Wobble, wobble, wiggly waggly tail!
Up and down it went,
Little too much it bent.
Poor beaver and it's wiggly waggly tail,
Now far away the beaver wants to sail.
It's a shame, oh, such a shame!
Maybe the mother is the one to blame?
Given birth to a beaver with a wiggly waggly tail,
fed him every morning with a snail.
A SNAIL? Yes, indeed!
A snail is a funny thing to eat.
Shall I stop or tell you more?
But the end is a little too hardcore!
The beaver made a boat with a sail
And - oh yes! - the sail
was made out of his mother's tail.
It wiggled and waggled in the air
And if you ask me - it was quite fair.