Down in the yel-low rye.
[PAYING BACK.]
Seven happy little chicks walked out one day in June,
Thought they would enjoy the way by starting up a tune;
Seven ugly little ducks, whose names I will not mention,
Made up their minds to follow them, and spoil their good intention;
Now everybody knows that a duckling’s voice is deep,
And everybody knows that quack will make more noise than peep.