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There is a quiet little stream,
That runs into the moat, Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,
And water-lilies float.
Close by the margin of the brook
The old duck made her nest,
And down from her own breast.
And then she sat for four long weeks
In rainy days and fine,
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped out from beneath her wing,
One scrambled on her back; “That's very rude," said old Dame Duck,
“Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!”
“'Tis close," said Dame Duck, shoving 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,
“Now, children, look at me; A well-bred duck should waddle so,
From side to side-d'ye 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.”
“Yes," said the ducklings, waddling on:
“That's better," said their mother; “But well-bred ducks walk in a row,
Straight-one behind another."
“Yes," said the little 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,
On bran and mashed-up bread.
“The hens will peck and fight, but mind,
I hope that all of you
As well-bred ducks should do.
“You'd better get into the dish,
Unless it is too small;
And overturn it all.”
The ducklings did as they were bid,
And found the plan so good, That, from that day, the other fowls
Got hardly any food.
“ Aunt Effie.”
A DUCK who had got such a habit of stuffing,
That all the day long she was panting and puffing, And by every creature who did her great crop see, Was thought to be galloping fast for a dropsy;
One day, after eating a plentiful dinner,
Now there was an old fellow, much famed for discerning
In a hole of the dunghill was Dr. Drake's shop,
So taking a handful of suitable things,
“Dear sir,” said the duck, with a delicate quack,
"I feel so distended with wind, and opprest,
“Give me leave,” said the doctor with medical look, As her cold flabby paw in his fingers he took ; "By the feel of your pulse, your complaint, I've been thinking, Must surely be owing to eating and drinking.”
“Oh! no, sir, believe me,” the lady replied
“I've only been raking a bit in the gutter,
The doctor was just to his business proceeding,
Her remains were interred in a neighbouring swamp
Ann and Jane Taylor. The Butterfly's Ball
“COME, take up your hats
, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast, The Trumpeter, Gadfly, has summon'd the crew, And the Revels are now only waiting for you."
So said little Robert, and pacing along,
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,
A Mushroom their Table, and on it was laid