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<h2> THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING </h2>
<p>When baby wakes of mornings,<br/>
Then it's wake, ye people all!<br/>
For another day<br/>
Of song and play<br/>
Has come at our darling's call!<br/>
And, till she gets her dinner,<br/>
She makes the welkin ring,<br/>
And she won't keep still till she's had her fill—<br/>
The cunnin' little thing!<br/>
When baby goes a-walking,<br/>
Oh, how her paddies fly!<br/>
For that's the way<br/>
The babies say<br/>
To other folk "by-by";<br/>
The trees bend down to kiss her,<br/>
And the birds in rapture sing,<br/>
As there she stands and waves her hands—<br/>
The cunnin' little thing!<br/>
When baby goes a-rocking<br/>
In her bed at close of day,<br/>
At hide-and-seek<br/>
On her dainty cheek<br/>
The dreams and the dimples play;<br/>
Then it's sleep in the tender kisses<br/>
The guardian angels bring<br/>
From the Far Above to my sweetest love—<br/>
You cunnin' little thing!<br/></p>
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