"Well, this is sort of a personal question," said Dorothy. "That's quite all right," replied the Wogglebug. "What is it?" "Well, it's about your name," answered Dorothy. "What about my name? Don't you like it?" asked the Wogglebug kindly. "Oh, yes I do," replied Dorothy. "I love your name. But I just wondered what /Woggle/ meant. And you are not a bug, exactly." "Oh, that's easy to explain," said the Wogglebug. "You see, in ancient times, the Oz word for work was woggle; and in those days, we were the workhorses of Oz, so to speak. We worked mainly in the fields. We harvested the wheat and the corn, the rye, et cetera. Our daily pay was six pennies and a pocket full of rye or wheat -- whatever we were harvesting at the time (of course, money is no longer necessary in Oz, as you know) and you're right, we're not bugs at all. We're animals; anyway, we came to be known as Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs and that name is now our official title. Also, we are on good terms with the commonly-known Wogglebug insects, and consider it an honor to share the name with those industrious creatures. Would you like to hear the famous Wogglebug song? We used to sing it in the fields while we worked, and it's still very popular today." "Oh, I'd love to hear it," replied Dorothy enthusiastically. The Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug cleared his throat and said, "It goes like this." He began to sing in a beautiful, rich baritone voice: "I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I woggle all day long, I woggle in the morning, at night I sing my song. I sing a song of sixpence, with a pocket full of rye, I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I'll woggle 'til I die. I'm a Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebug, I'll woggle 'til I die -- hey!" As he finished the last line, about fifty Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs came out of their little mounds and started to sing and dance: "We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we woggle all day long, We woggle in the morning, at night we sing our song. We sing a song of sixpence with a pocket full of rye, We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we'll woggle 'til we die. We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we'll woggle 'til we die -- Hey!" When the other yellow Wogglebugs finished singing, they all turned to Dorothy, and said shyly, "Nice to have met you, Dorothy." Then they all disappeared back into their little mounds. Dorothy turned to her little Wogglebug friend, but he had disappeared, too. She bent down and tapped at his little door. The door opened, and the yellow wogglebug's face appeared. "I didn't mean to be rude, Dorothy. But I must get recharged. My yellow is beginning to fade, and I wouldn't want you to see me without my yellow. I'd just be plain old ordinary brown." "Oh, that's all right," said Dorothy. "I'd love you just as much -- no matter what your color. It's you I love, you know."