MOLLY POLLY WOLLY DOODLE ALL THE DAY

MOLLY POLLY WOLLY DOODLE ALL THE DAY

Roger A. Davis

My Mamma Grace sang me this song
And all of us kids sang along

Now we have a spunky gal
She came as a seven week pup
And became my little pal
A year now, all grown up

Peggy named her Molly
A bulldog that gnawed and bit
We wonder of our folly
But she mellowed to a perfect fit

Still chews and gnaws, just not on us
From glass Coke bottles to hedge logs
Molly also gives the cats a fuss
She is not like most dogs
More like a rocky mountain goat
And she loves Peggy, attacking her throat

All in the Davis Family have hobbies
Molly is no exception
She has a geological collection
Rocks, dirt clods, and branches off trees
Also thrown into the melee, an assortment of wire
She is dedicated to collect and acquire
Treasures on a Molly Polly Wolly Doodle Day
Could hope to add to her front yard display

So, when you visit, double check your belongings
Because Molly will be doing it, too
Hoping to add at least a shoe
To her ever growing list of things

She is our spunky gal of love
A bulldog with a boulder to shove
So, Molly Polly Wolly Doodle All The Day
Please find something valuable for a payday