There was a guy who kept fumbling
His wallet gone without grumbling,
Whenever he bought a new Mog,
It seemed to be an old dog,
The seat it would stick
So he sold it too quick.
Then off he would trot
Back down to the lot
For a dose of something quite hot.
Not another old dog!
Yes a lovely new Mog.
The way he gets in makes me giggle
It does take a while there to wriggle.
In love with this tiny wee box.
