In the Farmyard.
When Mrs. Quack, was coming back,
From seeing Mrs. Hen,
What did she see, but chickens three.
Quite far from mother's pen.
And then she found, all romping round,
Their mother in delight,
Two pups that she, could only see
Like balls of black and white.
A naughty chick, who tried to pick,
The wing from off a bee,
Was only told to be less bold,
And ran away quite free.
“Ha! ha!” said she, “'tis plain to see,
The farmyard's full of fun,
And so I think, I'll have a drink,
And warm me in the sun!”
By E. M. Whitaker
