"You may indeed," replied the Wogglebug.
"Well, this is sort of a personal question," said Dorothy.
"That's quite all right," replied the Wogglebug. "What is it?"
"Well, it's about your name," answered Dorothy.
"What about my name? Don't you like it?" asked the Wogglebug kindly.
"Oh, yes I do," replied Dorothy. "I love your name. But I just wondered what Woggle meant. And you are not a bug, exactly."
"Oh, that's easy to explain," said the Wogglebug. "You see, in ancient times, the Oz word for work was woggle; and in those days, we were the workhorses of Oz, so to speak. We worked mainly in the fields. We harvested the wheat and the corn, the rye, et cetera. Our daily pay was six pennies and a pocket full of rye or wheat — whatever we were harvesting at the time (of course, money is no longer necessary in Oz, as you know) and you're right, we're not bugs at all. We're animals; anyway, we came to be known as Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs and that name is now our official title. Also, we are on good terms with the commonly-known Wogglebug insects, and consider it an honor to share the name with those industrious creatures. Would you like to hear the famous Wogglebug song? We used to sing it in the fields while we worked, and it's still very popular today."
"Oh, I'd love to hear it," replied Dorothy enthusiastically.
The Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug cleared his throat and said, "It goes like this." He began to sing in a beautiful, rich baritone voice:
"I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I woggle all day long,