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F mornings, bright and early,

When the lark is on the wing

And the robin in the maple

Hops from her nest to sing,

From yonder cheery chamber

Cometh a mellow coo—

'Tis the sweet, persuasive treble

Of my little Googly-Goo!

The sunbeams hear his music,

And they seek his little bed,

And they dance their prettiest dances

Round his golden curly head:

Schottisches, galops, minuets,

Gavottes and waltzes, too,

Dance they unto the music

Of my googling Googly-Goo.