It beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick

Nigel chatters to himself as he rotates round and round his right foot.

“Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe,
Je-gee-dow, fwee
Meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee

Yaaaay!!!

A do-it agin?

Woe-woe-woe-woe
Je-jee dowa, fweem
meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee

Whheeee!! Go roundaroundaround…

Woe-woe-woe-woe
Je-jlee downa, fweem
meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee, meh-lee
Yaaaay!!!

Do it agin? Go round, a-round-a-rounda-round…
Fall down!
Yaaayyy!!!”
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And he lies on his back, watching the ceiling spin slowly around, while he claps. Oh, the cuteness.
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(Recognize the “song”, anyone?)