THE DUCKS AND GEESE.
Reading edition
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Now the snows are melting, going, Now the little streams are flowing; Buds are swelling, birds are singing, Odors sweet the wind is bringing; Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! Good soft mud and running water, Now waddlers shall not lack. Little girls and boys are straying, Or in sunny meadows playing, Seeking buttercups and clover, While their hearts with joy run over; But—what goose can't see it plainly?— Spring for us is given mainly. Quack, quack, &c.
