Rudgic
The sweetest lass in all the world is Rudgie, Rudgie.
I’d always loved her fond and true.
But she had love for only you
Vile fudgie, fudgie, fudgie.
I swore to her that if she’d be my own, my Rudgie
I’d feed her upon that alone
To which she was so very prone --
Just fudgie, fudgie, fudgie.
“How many pieces dost surmise, sweet Rudgie, Rudgie,
Of rich brown hue and goody size
Would every day for you suffice?
What judge ye, judge ye, judge ye?”
She looked at me in mild surprise,
She said, white tears stood in her eyes,
“How cud ye, cud ye, cud ye!”
“And would three pans full be enough, dear Rudgie, Rudgie,
Of this most palatable stuff?
You would not give me a rebuff
Now, wud ye, wud ye, wud ye?”
And though she told me that she would,
I think that what she did, you could
All judgie, judgie, judgie.
Her lips were closed; I could not add
Nor count the pieces that she had,
And yet, I’m sure enough she had
Of fudgie, fudgie, fudgie!