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 My heart—my heart it leapeth

To hear that treble tone;

What music like thy music,

My darling and mine own!

And patiently—yes, cheerfully

I toil the long day through—

My labor seemeth lightened

By the song of Googly-Goo!

I may not see his antics,

Nor kiss his dimpled cheek:

I may not smooth the tresses

The sunbeams love to seek;

It mattereth not—the echo

Of his sweet, persuasive coo

Recurreth to remind me

Of my little Googly-goo.

And when I come at evening,

I stand without the door

And patiently I listen

For that dear sound once more;

And oftentimes I wonder,

"Oh, God! what should I do

If any ill should happen

To my little Googly-Goo!"