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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&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud in the morning—

'T&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud at night;

And all day long

'T&thinsp;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&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud in the morning—

'T&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud at night;

And all day long

'T&thinsp;is the same dear song

Of that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite,

Luddy-Dud!"