Mary Mapes Dodge,
Rhymes and Jingles
“ Eight little baby ducks, bound for a swim! One little white duck, holding up its wings, One little bobbing duck, making water-rings, One little black duck, turning round its head, One big black duck—guess he's gone to bed. One little white duck, running from the water, One very fat duck—pretty little daughter! One very brave duck, swimming off alone, One little white duck, standing on a stone. One little white duck, walking by its mother; Look among the water-reeds, maybe there's another. Not another anywhere? surely you are blind. Push away the grass, dear; ducks are hard to find. ”
