When beneath the stones to hide,—
All the secrets of the water,
All brook learning, true and tried;—
"That's a good-for-nothing skipper;"
"That's a harmless yellow-bird;"
"That's the flicker of the sunshine,
When the alder-leaves are stirred;"
"That's the shadow of a cloudlet;"
"That's a squirrel come to drink;"
"That—look out for him, my darlings!—