I Had A Woozle

I had a Woozle, a very fine Woozle  

And I asked him outside to play.  

But I got a refusal from my fine Woozle  

Inside for a snoozle he'd stay.  

I found a stout rope, put it over his moozle  

Tugged and pulled him down the hallway.  

When we got to the porch, he got scared of course  

And dug in his claws to stay.  

I pleaded and begged and tugged on the rope  

I was going to have it my way.  

But my Woozle was strong and he broke the rope  

And promptly ran away.  

So if you have a Woozle, a very fine Woozle  

And he doesn't want to play.  

Then accept his refusal, let him be a Woozle  

And snoozle inside all day.  

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