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Up to the Ceiling

          Up to the ceiling
          And down to the floor,
          Hear him now squealing
          And calling for more.
          Laughing and shouting,
          "Away up!" he cries.
          Who could be doubting
          The love in his eyes.
          Heigho! my baby!
          And heigho! my son!
          Up to the ceiling
          Is wonderful fun.

          Bigger than daddy
          And bigger than mother;
          Only a laddie,
          But bigger than brother.
          Laughing and crowing
          And squirming and wriggling,
          Cheeks fairly glowing,
          Now cooing and giggling!
          Down to the cellar,
          Then quick as a dart
          Up to the ceiling
          Brings joy to the heart.

          Gone is the hurry,
          The anguish and sting,
          The heartache and worry
          That business cares bring;
          Gone is the hustle,
          The clamor for gold,
          The rush and the bustle
          The day's affairs hold.
          Peace comes to the battered
          Old heart of his dad,
          When "up to the ceiling"
          He plays with his lad.