Child life: a collection of poems . ns 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.
Child life: a collection of poems . ns 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 and fight, but mind, I hope that all of youWill goljble up the food as fast As well-bred ducks should do. You d better get into the dish. Unless it is too small ;In that case, I should use my foot, And overturn it all. The ducklings did as they were bid, And found the plan so from that day, the other fowls Gut hardly any food. — Aunt Effies Rhymes- 200 CHILD THE MOTHERLESS TURKEYS. The White Turkey was dead ! The White Tuikey was dead ! How the news through the barn-yard went flying ! Of a mother bereft, four small turkeys were left, And their case for assistance was crying. Een the Peacock respectfully folded his tail, As a suitable symbol of sorrow, And his plainer wife said, Now the old bird is dead. Who will tend her poor chicks on the morrow ? And when evening around them comes dreary and chill Who above them will watchfully hover ? Two, each night, / will tuck neath my wings, said the Duck, Though I ve eight of mv own I must cover MISOELLANEOVS. 201 I have so much to do ! For the bugs and the worms,In the garden, t is tiresome pickin ;I have nothing to spare, — for my own I must care,Said the Hen Avitli one chicken. How I wish, said the Goose, I could be of some use, For my lieart is with love over-brimming ; The next morning thats fine, they shall go with my nine Little, yellow-backed goslings,
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