. Little songs . FIDDLEDEDEE. FIDDLEDEE diddledee dido,A poor little boy he cried, O; He cried, for what ? O, Ive forgot;Perhaps you had better ask Fido. Fiddledee diddledee dido,The dog ran off to hide, O; Hell bark and squeak, But never speak —Theres no use in asking Fido. (55). THE STARS AND THE WHEN the stars go to sleep, The babies awake,And they prattle and sparkle all day ; Then the stars light their lamps, And their playtime they take,While the babies are sleeping away. (56) THE STARS AND THE BABIES. 5*7 So good night, little baby, And shut up your eyes ;Let the stars now have their tu

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. Little songs . FIDDLEDEDEE. FIDDLEDEE diddledee dido,A poor little boy he cried, O; He cried, for what ? O, Ive forgot;Perhaps you had better ask Fido. Fiddledee diddledee dido,The dog ran off to hide, O; Hell bark and squeak, But never speak —Theres no use in asking Fido. (55). THE STARS AND THE WHEN the stars go to sleep, The babies awake,And they prattle and sparkle all day ; Then the stars light their lamps, And their playtime they take,While the babies are sleeping away. (56) THE STARS AND THE BABIES. 5*7 So good night, little baby, And shut up your eyes ;Let the stars now have their turn at play; They soon will begin To shoot through the skies,And dance in the bright milky way. No, no, my dear nurse, I cannot go to sleep ;Since youve put the thought into my head, Let us have with the stars One game at bo-peep;Then good night, and a kiss, and to bed

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