nest, she said, Now, children, look at me : A well-bred duck should waddle so,From side to side—d ye see T 108 HOME SONGS. Yes, said the little ones; and then She went on to explain: A well-bred duck turns in its toes As I do—try again. Yes, said the ducklings, waddling on ; Thats better, said… … Let me swim first, said old Dame Duck, To this side—now to that.There, snap at those brown-winged flies, They make young ducklings fat. HOME SONGS. 109 Now when you reach the poultry-yard, The hen-wife, Molly Head,Will feed you with the other fowls, On bran and mashed-up bread. The hens will peck…
Children's poetry
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