THE DUCKS AND GEESE.
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| Now the snows are melting, going, Now the little streams are flowing; Buds are swelling, birds are singing, Odors sweet the wind is bringing; Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! Good soft mud and running water, Now waddlers shall not lack. | Little girls and boys are straying, Or in sunny meadows playing, Seeking buttercups and clover, While their hearts with joy run over; But—what goose can't see it plainly?— Spring for us is given mainly. Quack, quack, &c. |
