Daisy the Doodlebug lived under Doodlebug Rock
Where she kept all her socks, a clock, and a box

And inside the box she kept pencils and pens
And a handful of odds and just enough ends.

She kept her doodlebug house tidy and neat
And always wiped her doodlebug feet.

All doodlebugs doodle, on very little rest,
But Daisy was the best, the best of the best.

 The other doodlebugs begged Daisy to doodle for them too,
“Could you doodle me a shoe, or a new, blue canoe?”

“I suppose I can make time,” said Daisy, with honor,
But she had no idea what task was upon her.

The doodlebugs lined up, “doodle this, doodle that!”
“doodle me a dinosaur, a crab and a rat!”

She doodled day and night, as best she could do
She drew and drew until her fingers turned blue.

She penned and penciled, as much as required,
And tried not to cry when her fingers got tired.

She doodled for everyone, trying to be fair,
Then one day she looked up and saw that her own walls were bare.

“I’ve doodled for my friends, and everyone I know,”
She’d doodled her whole life, but had nothing to show.

So Daisy sat down to doodle for herself,
And picked out a spot on the tip top of the shelf.

“When I finish my next doodle, I’ll put it up there.
And I can sit here and look at it from my doodlebug chair.”

So she thought long and hard for something to draw,
Then she remembered a sight she once saw.

She remembered the first time she saw Doodlebug Rock,
So she sharpened her pencils and took out her chalk.

When she finished her doodle, she was quite pleased with herself, and placed her new doodle high on the shelf.

Then she heard the softest of knocks on her tiny front door,
It was Milly McPillbug, the old lady next door.

“I’m sorry to bother you; it’s so hard getting old”
“My house is so plain and empty and cold”

“I can’t doodle anymore,” she said with a sigh
“I miss having doodles,” and tried not to cry.

Daisy looked at the doodle she made for herself,
And then took the doodle down off of the shelf.

Milly was the kindest and sweetest of all.
“Milly, take this doodle, and put it on your wall.”

“I can’t possibly accept this, you are far too kind.
Your walls would be empty, barer than mine.”

“I want you to have it,” Daisy said with a smile,
“I can still see it once in a while.”

“Thank you, Daisy, thank you,” Milly said with a ring.

And Daisy was happy, for she’d done the right thing.