What is this little thing,
Not very, very high,
That can laugh, dance, and sing?
Do you guess it is I?




FIDDLEDEDEE.


Fiddledee diddledee dido,
A poor little boy he cried, O;
He cried, for what?
O, I've forgot;
Perhaps you had better ask Fido.

Fiddledee diddledee dido,
The dog ran off to hide, O;
He'll bark and squeak,
But never speak--
There's no use in asking Fido.




THE STARS AND THE BABIES.


When the stars go to sleep,