THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD

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.”

Luddy-Dud's cradle is swinging

Where softly the night winds blow,

And Luddy-Dud's mother is singing

A song that is sweet and low:

“‘ 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 my nearest and my dearest heart's delight,

Luddy-Dud!”