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Mr. Wobblie & Chiggy Wiggy

By G man767

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Mr. Max Wobblie Was more than a wittle wubberwee Whenever he tried to stand-up. Dag nabbit...not some Fuzzy Wuzzy Wabbit, but a Woozie Woblin' pre-Toddlin' Wobbler that zany Mr. Wobblie was. When Big Chiggy Wiggy came to play Mostly he would tickle, Which made Mr. Wobblie wiggle...and Jiggle...and giggle... And when Chiggy Wiggy Wiggers Would cover his eyes then take his hands away Shouting, 'Peek-a-Boo!,' Mr. Wobblie often giggled so hard that Chiggy Wiggy in a funny face would ask, 'Do I smell...Poopoo?' As Mr. Wobblie wriggled and giggled, Chiggy Wiggy would whisk him away, and... I recall hearing him melodiously say, 'Mommy, I'm changing Max's super duter dipey!' Now you know the story of Mr. Wobblie and Chiggy Wiggy (also known as Jiggy Wee or Jiggy Choo, depending, of course, on Mr. Wobblie's mood). --Uncle Greg Written October 11th, 2003 © on Oct 11 2001 10:08 AM PST    0 • 2

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