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Show 00 LITTLE FELLOW. You're Just a little fellow with a lot of funny ways, Just three-foot-six of mischief sot with eyes that fairy blaze; You're always up to something with those bu6 hands o' yours, And you leave a trail o' ruin on the walls an' on the doors; An' I wonder, as I watch you, .an' your curious tricks I see, Whatever is the reason that you mean so much to me. t You're just a chubby rascal with a grin upon your face, Just seven years o' gladness, an' a hard and trying case; You think the world's your playground an' in all you cay an do You fancy everybody ought to bow and scrape to you; Dull care's a thing you laugh at just as though 'twill never be, So I wonder, little fellow, why you mean so much to me. i Now your face Is smeared with chocolate, choco-late, or perhaps its only dirt. An' it's really most alarming how you tear your little shirt; But I have to smile upon you, an' with your wilful ways, I'm certain that I need you round about me all my days; Yes, I've got to have you with me, for somehow it's come to be That I couldn't live without you, for you're all tho world to me. |