Thursday, November 28, 2013

Fiddlededee

Fiddlededee

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...

Poems

Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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