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Eugene Field - The Song Of Luddy-Dud
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A sunbeam comes a-creeping
Into my dear one`s nest,
And sings to our babe a-sleeping
The song that I love the best:
"`T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning -
`T is little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long
`T is the same sweet song
Of that waddling, toddling, coddling little mite,
Luddy-Dud."

The bird to the tossing clover,
The bee to the swaying bud,
Keep singing that sweet song over
Of wee little Luddy-Dud.
"`T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning -
`T is little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long
`T is the same dear song
Of that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite,
Luddy-Dud."
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