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AST night the Stork came stalking,

And, Stork, beneath your wing

Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber,

The tiniest little thing!

From Babyland, out yonder

Beside a silver sea,

You brought a priceless treasure

As gift to mine and me!

Last night my dear one listened—

And, wife, you knew the cry—

The dear old Stork has sought our home

A many times gone by!

And in your gentle bosom

I found the pretty thing

That from the realm out yonder

Our friend the Stork did bring.

Last night a babe awakened,

And, babe, how strange and new

Must seem the home and people

The Stork has brought you to;