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Last night the Stork came stalking, / And, Stork, beneath your wing / Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, / The tiniest little thing! / From Babyland, out yonder / Beside a silver sea, / You brought a priceless treasure / As gift to mine and me!
Last night my dear one listened -- / And, wife, you knew the cry -- / The dear old Stork has sought our home / A many times gone by! / And in your gentle bosom / I found the pretty thing / That from the realm out yonder / Our friend the Stork did bring.
Last night a babe awakened, / And, babe, how strange and new / Must seem the home and people / The Stork has brought you to; / And yet methinks you like them -- / You neither stare nor weep, / But closer to my dear one / You cuddle, and you sleep!
Last night my heart grew fonder -- / O happy heart of mine, / Sing of the inspirations / That round my pathway shine! / And sing your sweetest love-song / To this dear nestling wee / The Stork from 'Way-Out-Yonder / Hath brought to mine and me!