If you waddle, or you widdle into lands afar a tiddle you'll need help to get around, so you come here to see the town. For you walk here and you walk there in attempt to go everywhere. You search for your little poodle who was eaten by a troodle, eating flowers by the dozen in a land of your great cousin. As you you walk and as you seek his sacred, little baseball cap you'll be lost and in despair without a MAP to help your fellow chap.
