With a mouth like a gash in a pie,
At cookin’ an’ swarin’ he were good,
Wot else ye cud stick in yer eye.
Then there were the dorg,
Which Wiggles were her name;
She were shipped as Mascot
An’ acted well as that same.
Then fer a general utility ’and,
We ’ad the Scientific
To swob the decks and dishes,