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Edgar Guest - Lonely
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YOU`RE not feeling well today,
Little Fellow, 
You`re not very keen for play, 
Little Fellow; 
All you want to do is nap 
On your mother`s comfy lap 
And you lack your vim and snap, 
Little Fellow. 

When you`re well it`s me you pick,
Little Fellow, 
For the romp and roguish trick, 
Little Fellow;
But when you are feeling weak 
And the color leaves your cheek, 
It`s your mother that you seek, 
Little Fellow.

Then you want your mother`s breast,
Little Fellow, That`s the finest place to rest,
Little Fellow;
When the fever`s burning you, 
You know, just as once I knew, 
Only mother`s arms will do, 
Little Fellow.

Now I`m sitting in my den,
Little Fellow, Waiting till you come again,
Little Fellow;
And I hear the gentle croon 
Of a sweet and soothing tune, 
And I hope you`ll get here soon, 
Little Fellow.
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