Hum/Higgledy-Piggledy Poem by Mill Field

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.