The Song of Luddy-Dud
A sunbeam comes a-creepingInto my dear one’s nest,And sings to our babe a-sleepingThe 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 songOf 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 overOf 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 songOf that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite,Luddy-Dud.”
Luddy-Dud’s cradle is swingingWhere softly the night winds blow,And Luddy-Dud’s mother is singingA 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 songOf my nearest and my dearest heart’s delight,Luddy-Dud!”