Love Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field - HTML preview

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!"