I wiggle my fingers. I wiggle my toes.I wiggle my shoulders. I wiggle my nose.Now, no more wiggles are left in me;So I will be still, as still as can be.
Words: Louise B. Scott, b. 1914Music: Lucille F. Wood, 1915-1986(c) 1954 by Bowmar Noble. Copyright renewed 1982. Reprinted by permission of Belwin Mills Publishing Cor. All rights reserved.