The Wriggly, Giggly Girl

I met her in the morning,
And said: "How do you do?"
She wriggled me a greeting,
And giggled: "How are you?"

I met her at the noon hour,
And said; "How are you now?"
She giggled: "I am well, sir,"
And wriggled me a bow.

We met again at even;
I said: "I hope you're well"
She giggled: "Yes, as ever,"
And wriggled on a spell.

In sleep a nightmare seized me,
And held me fast and tight,
And I dreamed I saw her wriggling
And giggling like a fright.