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Bud, come here to your Uncle a spell, / And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell -- / For it's a secret and shore-nuff true, / And maybe I oughtn't to tell it to you! -- / But out in the garden, under the shade / Of the apple-trees where we romped and played / Till the moon was up, and you thought I'd gone / Fast asleep. -- That was all put on!
For I was a-watchin' something queer / Goin' on there in the grass, my dear! / 'Way down deep in it, there I see / A little dude-Fairy who winked at me, / And snapped his fingers, and laughed as low / And fine as the whine of a mus-kee-to!