Mrs. McDoogle had a bugle,

     But she couldn't play a note.

     So, she put on her bonnet, walked over the hill,

     And gave her bugle to a goat.

The goat thought the bugle was something to eat.

     He tried to nibble the horn,

     But it was too hard,

     So, he gave the bugle to a cow who was munching corn.

The cow stuck the bugle up on her head

     And ambled down the path

     Then tossed the horn off to a big, pink pig

     Who was taking a lovely mud bath.

The big pig giggled

     And tried to blow bubbles with the horn, but that wouldn't do

     So she gave the bugle to a dappled gray horse

     Who was wearing polka-dot shoes.

The horse trotted on, 'til he came to the pond

     Where colorful waterlilies grow.

     Then he gave the bugle to the ducks who live there,

     The ducks who swim in a row.

     Mama duck said, "Quack!" then took the horn

     And pushed it with her nose

     To the bank of the pond, where the birds fly by.

     She gave the bugle to a crow.

The old crow laughed, "Caw! Caw!" he said

     And flew off with the horn in his beak.

     He flew for a year and a day and a half,

     But by then, that crow felt weak!

"I need to rest!" the old crow thought