The Wee Puddick ?

[Billy Anderson]

Thank you, Billy.

But, actually, my family is talking about another Wee Puddock poem, not by Robbie Burns and not the one listed on the Robbie Burns website.   None of them know where it is from or who it is by - but they say it is about the Wee Puddock going to go to a party, and he thought, and he thought, then something else comes up, and he thought and he thought...

Does anyone else know what I am talking about?  Any help please.  Thank you.

McCann

Me thinks it could be a family made up  poem with a wee dod of artistic  licence!
Billy.

[McCann]

Monica and Billy.
Thank you both so much for taking the time to try to help me figure this out.
Monica - I will check that site and inquire.
Billy - Perhaps you are right about the family.  It apears I may have to look into it further.
Cheers!
McCann

[MonicaL]

Completely failed at this McCann  I even tried Google Books, but the main thing that brought up:

So the Grinch he sat down, and he thought and he thought. ... and thinking some
more, he was summoned to his porch by a knock at the door. ...

But as you can see, that was the Grinch not the Puddock 

Let us know if you find something more than my poor offering!

Monica

[McCann]

Not poor at all Monica.  Thank you so much for your efforts.  I will let you know if and when I ever come up with the right one.   
All the best!
McCann

[The4watsons]

Just realised the date on this post and you may have found the words by now. If not I am happy to recall them as best I can.

[Skoosh]

McCann, is it something like "He thocht a wee bit & he thocht a wee bit!" rings a bell says Quasimodo!

Skoosh.

[flst]

Welcome to rootschat The4watsons! If you know this poem I'm sure everyone would be delighted to hear more of it!
Regards,
flst

[The4watsons]

The Wee Pudduck
One nicht there came a knockin at the door
It was the wee puddock
 "Wid you like to come to a pairty?"
So I thocht a wee bit and I thocht a wee bit
"alricht I'll come."
O jeez it was a pairty jeez it wis
The next nicht there came a knockin at the door
It was the wee pudducks mither
Wid you like to come and see the wee pudduck
He's deid
So I thoucht a wee bit and I thoucht a wee bit
Alricht I'll come
O jeez he was deid jeez he wis

There might have been another verse about the funeral and apologies for the spelling of some of the words but the last time I heard or said this poem was about 40 + years ago

[buckhyne]

No bad. Here's anither poem but this time it's aboot a wee dug
My 10 year old granddaughter can recite it nae bother

Auld Ma Broon
 
Auld Ma Broon
Went tae the toon
Tae get her wee dug its denner,
But a bunnet fur her heid
That she didnae need
Cost her her last tenner.

That puir wee dug
Jist scratched its lug
And said, ‘Ye daft auld bat,
Eh thoucht that a bane
Ye’d bring me hame,
Eh cannae eat a hat!

‘An’ Ehm stervin’