| Now little Jane she seizes, In spite of all her cries, And green umbrella, Jane and all, Away with her she flies. Far, far off in the river, Upon a moisty stone, Old Webtoes and her children Live in a hut alone; |
| And Jane's big green umbrella Old Webtoes hides away; She makes her sweep, she makes her scrub; Jane has no time to play. She spreads a bed of rushes, Where Jane may sleep at night, And wakes her in the morning As soon as it is light. |
| "Get up," cries Mother Webtoes; "The breakfast you must get." "Oh let me stay in bed," says Jane; "The floor is cold and wet." But Mother Webtoes stamps her foot, And makes the child arise; But as Jane sobs, behind the door, Ah, what is this she spies? |
| It is her green umbrella; She sets it now afloat, And down the river in it sails, As if it were a boat. "Oh Mother Webtoes, only look," She hears the young frogs scream; "The little girl you brought to us Is sailing down the stream." |