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There once was a bird that lived up in a tree	A
And all he could whistle was Fiddle dee dee	A
A very provoking unmusical song	B
For one to be whistling the summer day long	B
Yet always contented and busy was he	A
With that vocal recurrence of Fiddle dee dee	A
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Hard by lived a brave little soldier of four	C
That weird iteration repented him sore	C
I prithee Dear Mother Mine fetch me my gun	D
For by our St Didy the deed must be done	D
That shall presently rid all creation and me	A
Of that ominous bird and his 'Fiddle dee dee'	A
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Then out came Dear Mother Mine bringing her son	D
His awfully truculent little red gun	D
The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin	E
The bang it came out where the bullet went in	E
The right kind of weapon I think you'll agree	A
For slaying all fowl that go Fiddle dee dee	A
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The brave little soldier quoth never a word	A
But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird	A
And while that vain creature provokingly sang	F
The gun it went off with a terrible bang	F
Then loud laughed the youth By my Bottle cried he	A
I've put a quietus on 'Fiddle dee dee'	A
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Out came then Dear Mother Mine saying My son	D
Right well have you wrought with your little red gun	D
Hereafter no evil at all need I fear	G
With such a brave soldier as You My Love here	H
She kissed the dear boy	I
The bird in the tree	A
Continued to whistle his Fiddle dee dee	A

Eugene Field

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