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:
“’Tis little Luddy-Dud in the morning—
’Tis little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long
’Tis 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.
“’Tis little Luddy-Dud in the morning—
’Tis little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long
’Tis 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:
“’Tis little Luddy-Dud in the morning—
’Tis little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long
’Tis the same sweet song
Of my nearest and my dearest heart’s delight, Luddy-Dud!”