They live in a house called Higgledy-Piggledy;
Giggle, Wiggle, Niggle Higgle - up;
Squiggle, Jiggle and Wriggle Piggle - down.
If anything's lost, nor yet is found,
It's bound to be done by one of these hounds.
Give them a clue, perhaps a small fee,
They'll hunt it down by round about three.
Digging here, poking there,
Sniffing and snuffling the morning air;
You'll hear a yelp, a growl of joy
And, lo and behold, there's your toy.
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