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Edgar Guest - Couldn`t Live Without You
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You`re just a little fellow with a lot of funny ways,
Just three-foot-six of mischief set with eyes that fairly blaze;
You`re always up to something with those busy hands o` yours,
And you leave a trail o` ruin on the walls an` on the doors,
An` I wonder, as I watch you, an` your curious tricks I see,
Whatever is the reason that you mean so much to me.

You`re just a chubby rascal with a grin upon your face,
Just seven years o` gladness, an` a hard and trying case;
You think the world`s your playground, an` in all you say an` do
You fancy everybody ought to bow an` scrape to you;
Dull care`s a thing you laugh at just as though `twill never be,
So I wonder, little fellow, why you mean so much to me.

Now your face is smeared with candy or perhaps it`s only dirt,
An` it`s really most alarming how you tear your little shirt;
But I have to smile upon you, an` with all your wilful ways,
I`m certain that I need you `round about me all my days;
Yes, I`ve got to have you with me, for somehow it`s come to be
That I couldn`t live without you, for you`re all the world to me.
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