Looking back to find the treasures

Wiggly waggly

 

Wobble, wobble, wiggly waggly tail!
Up and down it went,
Little too much it bent.

 

Poor beaver and it's wiggly waggly tail,
Now far away the beaver wants to sail.
It's a shame, oh, such a shame!
Maybe the mother is the one to blame?
Given birth to a beaver with a wiggly waggly tail,
fed him every morning with a snail.
A SNAIL? Yes, indeed!
A snail is a funny thing to eat.

 

Shall I stop or tell you more?
But the end is a little too hardcore!

 

The beaver made a boat with a sail
And - oh yes! - the sail
was made out of his mother's tail.
It wiggled and waggled in the air
And if you ask me - it was quite fair.