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There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, / And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -- / A very provoking, unmusical song / For one to be whistling the summer day long! / Yet always contented and busy was he / With that vocal recurrence of "Fiddle-dee-dee."
Hard by lived a brave little soldier of four, / That weird iteration repented him sore; / "I prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine! fetch me my gun, / For, by our St. Didy! the deed must be done / That shall presently rid all creation and me / Of that ominous bird and his 'Fiddle-dee-dee'!"