LITTLE DUCKS

“My dears, whatever are you at?

You ought to be at home;

I told you not to wet your feet,

I told you not to roam.

Oh, dear! I’m sure you will be drowned,

I never saw such tricks;

Come home at once and go to bed,

You naughty, naughty chicks!”

Now most of them were five days old,

But one, whose age was six—

“Please, ma’am,” said he, “I think we’re ducks;

I don’t believe we’re chicks.”

—Robert Mack.