POG

Wiggle worm
Waddle walk
Wander whale
Into a sand pail
Orange
Part of the castle
Washed by a wave hastle
Twas a fast pull
Back flat

(then in a trice)

An oyster spat
At the worm
Who wouldn’t wiggle no more
Who couldn’t waddle walk
for
The wandering whale
She
Got lost in the pale
In the castle frail
And water wind gale