Danny Dooley was a doozie,
Danny Dooley, he was swell,
Danny Dooley loved his honey,
Judy Jingle. She’s a belle.
Danny Dooley lost his honey
Judy Jingle down a well.
Judy Jingle lost her doozie
Danny Dooley when she fell.
Danny Dooley went in mourning
To the place where she fell in.
As he sniffled in his hankie,
So did Judy Jingle’s twin.
Danny Dooley fell in love with
Jackie Jingle. She’s a peach.
Oh, he still loves Judy Jingle,
But she’s slightly out of reach.
Copyright © 2012 J. Patrick Lewis. From If You Were a Chocolate Mustache. Wordsong. Reprinted by permission of the author.
J. Patrick Lewis’s book of poems—Gulls Hold Up the Sky—was published in October 2010 by Laughing Fire Press. His adult poems have appeared in Gettysburg Review, New England Review, New Letters, Southern Humanities Review, new renaissance, Kansas Quarterly, Fine Madness, over 130 poems in Light Quarterly, and many others.
In May 2011 the Poetry Foundation named him the third U.S. Children’s Poet Laureate (2011-2013). He has published eighty-five children’s picture/poetry books to date with Creative Editions, Knopf, Atheneum, Dial, Harcourt, Little, Brown, National Geographic, Chronicle, Holiday House, Scholastic, and others.
He has made over 530 school visits here and abroad. He also keynotes at conferences. His website is: www.jpatricklewis.com
Poor Judy. Her life has hit rock bottom. :>)