Child life: a collection of poems . ; Why, I found them in my corn ;And besides, they are black and ugly As any that ever were born ! MISCELLANEOUS. , 197 Get out of my sight, you stupid !Said the angriest of crows ; HoTT- good and fair the children are,Theres none but a parent knows ! Ah 1 I see, I see, said the hunter, But not as you do, quite ; It talies a mother to be so blindShecant tell black from white ! ?Phcehe Gary. DAME DUCKS FIRST LECTURE ON EDUCATION. Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood Of ducklings small and callow ;Their little wings are short ; their down Is mottled gray and yel
Child life: a collection of poems . ; Why, I found them in my corn ;And besides, they are black and ugly As any that ever were born ! MISCELLANEOUS. , 197 Get out of my sight, you stupid !Said the angriest of crows ; HoTT- good and fair the children are,Theres none but a parent knows ! Ah 1 I see, I see, said the hunter, But not as you do, quite ; It talies a mother to be so blindShecant tell black from white ! ?Phcehe Gary. DAME DUCKS FIRST LECTURE ON EDUCATION. Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood Of ducklings small and callow ;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 the ducklings all came out — Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. One peeped out from beneath her wing, One scrambled on her back ; Thats very rude, said old Dame Duck ; Get off I quack, quack, (juack, quack 1 198 CUlLll LIFE. 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 She went on to explain : A well-bred duck turns in its toes As I do — try again. MISCELLANEOUS. 199 Yes, said the ducklings, waddling on ; Thats better, said their mother ; But well-bred ducks walk in a row. Straight — one behind another. Yes, said the httle ducks again, All waddling in a row : Now to the pond, said old Dame Duck — Splash, splash, and in they go. Let me swim first, said old Dame Duck, To this side — now to that ;There, snap at those great brown-winged flies, They make young ducklings fat. 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
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