In the lake they play,
The beautiful duck
And the rackety summer boy.
When the wild duck swims
The water it skims.
But the boy with a shout
He plumps in, he jumps out.
And the little lake shakes with his play.
HOW THE SINGING WATER
GOT TO THE TUB
In this story I have tried to make the refrains carry the essential points in the content. I have tried, however, to subordinate the information to the pattern. This story came in response to direct questions during baths.
HOW THE SINGING WATER GOT TO THE TUB
Once there was a little singing stream of water. It sang whatever it did. And it did many things from the time it bubbled up in the far-away hills to the time it splashed into the dirty little boy’s tub. It began as a little spring of water. Then the water was as cool as cool could be for it came up from the deep cool earth all hidden away from the sun. It came up into a little hollow scooped out of the earth and in the hollow were little pebbles. Right up through the pebbles, bubbling and gurgling it came. And what do you suppose the water did when the little hollow was all full? It did just what water always does, it tried to find a way to run down hill! One side of the little hollow was lower than the others and here the water spilled over and trickled down. And this is the song the water sang then: