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<h2> GOOGLY-GOO </h2>
<p>Of mornings, bright and early,<br/>
When the lark is on the wing<br/>
And the robin in the maple<br/>
Hops from her nest to sing,<br/>
From yonder cheery chamber<br/>
Cometh a mellow coo—<br/>
'T is the sweet, persuasive treble<br/>
Of my little Googly-Goo!<br/>
The sunbeams hear his music,<br/>
And they seek his little bed,<br/>
And they dance their prettiest dances<br/>
Round his golden curly head:<br/>
Schottisches, galops, minuets,<br/>
Gavottes and waltzes, too,<br/>
Dance they unto the music<br/>
Of my googling Googly-Goo.<br/>
My heart—my heart it leapeth<br/>
To hear that treble tone;<br/>
What music like thy music,<br/>
My darling and mine own!<br/>
And patiently—yes, cheerfully<br/>
I toil the long day through—<br/>
My labor seemeth lightened<br/>
By the song of Googly-Goo!<br/>
I may not see his antics,<br/>
Nor kiss his dimpled cheek:<br/>
I may not smooth the tresses<br/>
The sunbeams love to seek;<br/>
It mattereth not—the echo<br/>
Of his sweet, persuasive coo<br/>
Recurreth to remind me<br/>
Of my little Googly-Goo.<br/>
And when I come at evening,<br/>
I stand without the door<br/>
And patiently I listen<br/>
For that dear sound once more;<br/>
And oftentimes I wonder,<br/>
"Oh, God! what should I do<br/>
If any ill should happen<br/>
To my little Googly-Goo!"<br/>
Then in affright I call him—<br/>
I hear his gleeful shouts!<br/>
Begone, ye dread forebodings—<br/>
Begone, ye killing doubts!<br/>
For, with my arms about him,<br/>
My heart warms through and through<br/>
With the oogling and the googling<br/>
Of my little Googly-Goo!<br/></p>
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