  Oh, the kiddie-de-kees in the Wiggs' house, They're thick as bees, but ne'er like a mouse, For they've never been known to keep the least quiet, And wherever they go there's always a riot. One day, Mrs. Wiggs and her husband Pat Made a trip to the city to rent a flat And left their six kiddies at home to play On the graveyard green across the way. The two elder Wiggs they found a man, With flats he would rent on most any plan, But concerning one thing he said he must know If kiddies they owned—the rent man's foe. "Yes, six little ones," said Pa Wiggs the wary, "But they are all in the cemetery." Said the landlord, "Better there than here," And he drew up a lease without any fear. And that's how the Wiggs got their lease |
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