Ballads for little folk . THE CHICKENS MISTAKE. A little downy chicken one day-Asked leave to go on the water, Where she saw a duck with her brood at play,Swimming and splashing about her. Indeed, she began to peep and cry,When her mother wouldnt let her: If the ducks can swim there, why cant I ;Are they any bigger or better ? Then the old hen answered, Listen to me, And hush your foolish talking;Just look at your feet, and you will see They were only made for walking. But chicky wistfully eyed the brook, And didnt half believe her,For she seemed to say, by a knowing look, Such stories couldnt
Ballads for little folk . THE CHICKENS MISTAKE. A little downy chicken one day-Asked leave to go on the water, Where she saw a duck with her brood at play,Swimming and splashing about her. Indeed, she began to peep and cry,When her mother wouldnt let her: If the ducks can swim there, why cant I ;Are they any bigger or better ? Then the old hen answered, Listen to me, And hush your foolish talking;Just look at your feet, and you will see They were only made for walking. But chicky wistfully eyed the brook, And didnt half believe her,For she seemed to say, by a knowing look, Such stories couldnt deceive her. And as her mother was scratching the ground,She muttered lower and lower, I know I can go there and not be drowned,And so I think Ill show her. The Chickens Mistake. 135 Then she made a plunge, where the stream was deep, And saw too late her blunder ;For she hadnt hardly time to peep Till her foolish head went under. And now I hope her fate will show The child, my story reading,That those who are older somet
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