bubby

Bubby, why don't you go home and have your mother sew up that awful hole in your trowsers?

“There used to be a bubby bush—a sweet-scented shrub—over in that corner,” Creed hesitated.

Bubby was in deep water already, and his struggles were carrying him down stream.

That is, Bubby was playing while Mabel nagged and thwarted him in almost everything he wanted to do.

Of course you wont be a lobster, Bubby, spoke up Tess from across the hedge.