The naughty ducklings laugh and jeer:
They see he cannot bite.
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.
The naughty ducklings laugh and jeer:
They see he cannot bite.
When Mrs. Quack, was coming back,
From seeing Mrs. Hen,
What did she see, but chickens three.
Quite far from mother's pen.