Whittier, John Greenleaf, 1807-1892 · Boston, Houghton, Osgood and company · leaf 215
low ;Their little wings are short ; their down Is mottled gray and yellow. Close by the margin of the brook The old duck made her nest,Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass. And down from her own breast. And there she sat for four long weeks. In rainy days and fine.Until the ducklings all came… … Tis close, said Dame Duck, slioviug out The egg-shells with her bill ; Besides, it never suits young ducks To keep them sitting still. So rising from her nest, she said, Xow children, look at me ;A well-bred duck should waddle so. From side to side — dye see ? Yes, said the little ones ; and then…
Children's poetry
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