Fiddlededee

Fiddledee diddledee dido,A poor little boy he cried, O;He cried, for what?O, I’ve forgot;Perhaps you had better ask Fido.
Fiddledee diddledee dido,The dog ran off to hide, O;He’ll bark and squeak,But never speak—There’s no use in asking Fido.

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