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Little yellow Sunbeam,

Waking up one day,

Down into the garden

Took her shining way;

Merrily went dancing

Down the morning air,

Shaking out the sparkles

From her golden hair.

Little yellow Sunbeam

Twinkled all about,

Down among the green leaves

Flitting in and out.

Waking up the daisies

From their morning doze,

Ringing up the lily-bells,

Knocking up the rose.

Little yellow Sunbeam,

Climbing up the wall,

On the baby's window

Happened for to fall.

In the little chamber

As she took a peep,

There she saw the Lovely One

Lying fast asleep.

Little yellow Sunbeam

Tripped into the room,

Sweeping out the darkness

With her golden broom.

All the little shadows,

Glimmering and gray,

Gathered up their dusky skirts,

Softly slid away.

Little yellow Sunbeam,

Flitting to the bed,

Merrily went dancing

Round the baby's head.

Suddenly there flashed out,

To her great surprise,

Other little sunbeams

From the baby's eyes.

Little yellow Sunbeam

Said, "How can this be?

Whence these little sparklers

So unlike to me?

Scarce I think they can be

Sunbeams real and true,

For we all are yellow;

These are lovely blue."

Little yellow Sunbeam

Flew back to the sky.

Running to her father,

She began to cry:

"Father, you must vanish!

Run and hide your head!

There's a brighter sun than you

In the baby's bed."