You run to and fro,
Little map man,
You don't know where to go,
Carrying Dolworth on your trips around the house,
Either you're loud or quiet as a mouse,
Map man you do boast and brag,
******************************************************************Ethan's treeJumping on couches as though they were a stag,
Map man, you're awake as you can be,
All of a sudden you are sleeping at my knee,
Once in a while, you do not make a peep,
How much do I wonder what promises you keep?
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