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Perhaps... it wasn't you after all? |
| A Ziggot is a cute little creature About a foot or so, He scurries about with little doubt, That he's the faultless one. He only comes out at night, When there's less chance of a fright. He makes little messes, while he progresses. So, the next time you're blamed for a mess, Remember, it wasn't you. It was he. |