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Edgar Guest - Little Fellow
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OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun, 
And your golden curls a-mockin` all the splendor of the sun, 
With your cheeks a wee bit redder than the petals of the rose,
You don`t know just what you mean to your daddy, I suppose.

With your rompin` and your shoutin` an` your laughin` through the day, 
You`ve no care of what`s before you, what lies yonder down the way; 
Why, your little brain is whirlin` with the gladness of the earth, 
An` of course you have no notion of how much to me you`re worth.

Jes` keep laughin`, little fellow, keep those eyes agleam with fun, 
Jes` keep rompin` in the meadows an` a-dancin` in the sun, 
For the bloom of health upon you is the thing I want to see, 
Coz, you bright-eyed little fellow, you are all the world to me.
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