I woggle in the morning, at night I sing my song.
I sing a song of sixpence, with a pocket full of rye,
I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I'll woggle 'til I die.
I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I'll woggle 'til I die —
hey!"
As he finished the last line, about fifty Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs came out of their little mounds and started to sing and dance:
"We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we woggle all day long,
We woggle in the morning, at night we sing our song.
We sing a song of sixpence with a pocket full of rye,
We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we'll woggle 'til we die.