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It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place;

With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling; dumpling face;

The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere;

And when he shakes those fists of his; good…by to every care!

No matter what our trouble is; when he begins to coo;

  Old gran'ma laughs;

  And gran'pa laughs;

  Wife; she laughs;

  And I … you bet; I laugh; too!







SO; SO; ROCK…A…BY SO!



So; so; rock…a…by so!

Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;

And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes;

And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek

And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies

In the beautiful garden way up in the skies

Which you seek。

Now mind these three kisses wherever you go …

So; so; rock…a…by so!



There's one little fumfay who lives there; I know;

For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow;

I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes;

I send him this kiss on your rosyred cheek。

And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise

When the fumfay shall dance in those far…away skies

Which you seek。

Be sure that you pay those three kisses you owe …

So; so; rock…a…by so!



And; by…low; as you rock…a…by go;

Don't forget mother who loveth you so!

And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes;

And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek;

And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies

Like a babe on the breast of those far…away skies

Which you seek …

The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow …

So; so; rock…a…by so!







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!〃







THE DUEL



The gingham dog and the calico cat

Side by side on the table sat;

'T was half…past twelve; and (what do you think!)

Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat。

(I wasn't there; I simply state

What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)



The gingham dog went 〃bow…wow…wow!〃

And the calico cat replied 〃mee…ow!〃

The air was littered; an hour or so;

With bits of gingham and calico;

While the old Dutch clock in the chimney place

Up with its hands before its face;

For it always dreaded a family row!

(Now mind: I'm only telling you

What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)



The Chinese plate looked very blue;

And wailed; 〃Oh; dear! what shall we do!〃

But the gingham dog and the calico cat

Wallowed this way and tumbled that;

Employing every tooth and claw

In the awfullest way you ever saw …

And; oh! how the gingham and calico flew!

(Don't fancy I exaggerate …

I got my news from the Chinese plate!)



Next morning; where the two had sat

They found no trace of dog or cat;

And some folks think unto this day

That burglars stole that pair away!

But the truth about the cat and pup

Is this: they ate each other up!

Now what do you really think of that!

(The old Dutch clock it told me so;

And that is how I came to know。)







GOOD…CHILDREN STREET



There's a dear little home in Good…Children street …

My heart turneth fondly to…day

Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet

Make sweetest of music at play;

Where the sunshine of love illumines each face

And warms every heart in that old…fashioned place。



For dear little children go romping about

With dollies and tin tops and drums;

And; my! how they frolic and scamper and shout

Till bedtime too speedily comes!

Oh; days they are golden and days they are fleet

With little folk living in Good…Children street。



See; here comes an army with guns painted red;

And swords; caps; and plumes of all sorts;

The captain rides gaily and proudly ahead

On a stick…horse that prances and snorts!

Oh; legions of soldiers you're certain to meet …

Nice make…believe soldiers … in Good…Children street。



And yonder Odette wheels her dolly about …

Poor dolly! I'm sure she is ill;

For one of her blue china eyes has dropped out

And her voice is asthmatic'ly shrill。

Then; too; I observe she is minus her feet;

Which causes much sorrow in Good…Children street。



'T is so the dear children go romping about

With dollies and banners and drums;

And I venture to say they are sadly put out

When an end to their jubilee comes:

Oh; days they are golden and days they are fleet

With little folk living in Good…Children street!



But when falleth night over river and town;

Those little folk vanish from sight;

And an angel all white from the sky cometh down

And guardeth the babes through the night;

And singeth her lullabies tender and sweet

To the dear little people in Good…Children Street。



Though elsewhere the world be o'erburdened with care;

Though poverty fall to my lot;

Though toil and vexation be always my share;

What care I … they trouble me not!

This thought maketh life ever joyous and Sweet:

There's a dear little home in Good…Children street。







THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT



Up yonder in Buena Park

There is a famous spot;

In legend and in history

Yclept the Waller Lot。



There children play in daytime

And lovers stroll by dark;

For 't is the goodliest trysting…place

In all Buena Park。



Once on a time that beauteous maid;

Sweet little Sissy Knott;

Took out her pretty doll to walk

Within the Waller Lot。



While thus she fared; from Ravenswood

Came Injuns o'er the plain;

And seized upon that beauteous maid

And rent her doll in twain。



Oh; 't was a piteous thing to hear

Her lamentations wild;

She tore her golden curls and cried:

〃My child! My child! My child!〃



Alas; what cared those Injun chiefs

How bitterly wailed she?

They never had been mothers;

And they could not hope to be!



〃Have done with tears;〃 they rudely quoth;

And then they bound her hands;

For they proposed to take her off

To distant border lands。



But; joy! from Mr。 Eddy's barn

Doth Willie Clow behold

The sight that makes his hair rise up

And all his blood run cold。



He put his fingers in his mouth

And whistled long and clear;

And presently a goodly horde

Of cow…boys did appear。



Cried Willie Clow: 〃My comrades bold;

Haste to the Waller Lot;

And rescue from that Injun band

Our charming Sissy Knott!〃



〃Spare neither Injun buck nor squaw;

But smite them hide and hair!

Spare neither sex nor age nor size;

And no condition spare!〃



Then sped that cow…boy band away;

Full of revengeful wrath;

And Kendall Evans rode ahead

Upon a hickory lath。



And next came gallant Dady Field

And Willie's brother Kent;

The Eddy boys and Robbie James;

On murderous purpose bent。



For they were much beholden to

That maid … in sooth; the lot

Were very; very much in love

With charming Sissy Knott。



What wonder? She was beauty's queen;

And good beyond compare;

Moreover; it was known she was

Her wealthy father's heir!



Now when the Injuns saw that band

They trembled with affright;

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