The chick hung his head, While with blushes he said,I never have learned how to swim,■ You see that by my toe; But I would like to go, —I suppose I can walk on the rim. With his thin yellow legs,Like long scaly pegs, 386 THE CHICK AND THE DUCK. He walked on the perilous rim ;He watched his friend… … His mother, the hen. Ceil led again and again.But her darling child never replied. With a motion too quick. He had slipped. — the poor chick, —And he fell in the water, and died. CLARA G. DOLLTVER.
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