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Edgar Guest - Dinner-TimeEdgar Guest - Dinner-Time
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Tuggin` at your bottle,   An` it`s O, you`re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples   From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an` gooin`   In the happiest sort o` way, Like a rosebud peekin` at me   In the early hours o` day; Gloating over goodness   That you know an` sense an` clutch, An` smilin` at your daddy,   Who loves you, O, so much! Tuggin` at your bottle,   As you nestle in your crib, With your daddy grinnin` at you   `Cause you`ve dribbled on your bib, An` you gurgle an` you chortle   Like a brook in early Spring; An` you kick your pink feet gayly,   An` I think you`d like to sing. All you wanted was your dinner,   Daddy knew it too, you bet! An` the moment that you got it   Then you ceased to fuss an` fret. Tuggin` at your bottle,   Not a care, excepting when You lose the rubber nipple,   But you find it soon again; An` the gurglin` an` the gooin`   An` the chortlin` start anew, An` the kickin` an` the squirmin`   Show the wondrous joy o` you. But I`ll bet you`re not as happy   At your dinner, little tot, As the weather-beaten daddy   Who is bendin` o`er your cot!
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