A song for little Freddie
On his third Birthday.
Down in the field
Where the brook goes,
Lives a white lammie
With a little black nose.
He eats the grass so green,
He drinks the "la la" sweet,
"Buttertups" and daisies,
Grow all about his feet.
The "birdies" they sing to him,
The big sun in the sky,
Warms his little "Toe-toes,"
And peeps into his eye.
He's a very gentle lammie,
He never makes a fuss,
He never "saps his marmar,"
He never says "I muss."
He hops and he runs,
"Wound and wound" all day,
And when the night comes,
He goes "bye low" on the hay.
In a nice little barn,
Where the "moo-moos" are;
Freddie says "Good night,"
But the lammie he says "Baa!"
To be sung by Marmar with appropriate accompaniment of gesture, etc.
On the outside of the letter appears:
A little song for Freddie,
On his third birthday,
With "lots" of loving kisses,
From his Wee-wee far away.