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Tuggin’ at your bottle,
An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet!
Just a bunch of dimples
From your top-knot to your feet,
Lying there an’ gooin’
In the happiest sort o’ way,
Like a rosebud peekin’ at me
In the early hours o’ day;
Gloating over goodness
That you know an’ sense an’ clutch,
An’ smilin’ at your daddy,
Who loves you, O, so much!

Tuggin’ at your bottle,
As you nestle in your crib,
With your daddy grinnin’ at you
‘Cause you’ve dribbled on your bib,
An’ you gurgle an’ you chortle
Like a brook in early Spring;
An’ you kick your pink feet gayly,
An’ I think you’d like to sing.
All you wanted was your dinner,
Daddy knew it too, you bet!
An’ the moment that you got it
Then you ceased to fuss an’ fret.

Tuggin’ at your bottle,
Not a care, excepting when
You lose the rubber nipple,
But you find it soon again;
An’ the gurglin’ an’ the gooin’
An’ the chortlin’ start anew,
An’ the kickin’ an’ the squirmin’
Show the wondrous joy o’ you.
But I’ll bet you’re not as happy
At your dinner, little tot,
As the weather-beaten daddy
Who is bendin’ o’er your cot!

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