There once was a digger named Dug, Much more than a big furry bug. With claws built to tunnel, Through dirt near a runnel, It nested all cozy and snug.
This Dug, it once tunneled with glee, And paused by a young maple tree. Then said with a nibble, “I hope you won’t quibble— If I snack on your roots, tenderly!”
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