DOWN ON THE SANDY BEACH.

Down on the sandy beach, When the tide was low; Down on the sandy beach, Many years ago, Two of us were walking, Two of us were talking Of what I cannot tell you, Though I'm sure you'd like to know. Down in the water A duck said, "Quack!" Up in the tree-top A crow answered back, Two of us amusing, Two of us confusing: So we had to give up talking, And just listen to their clack. "Quack!" said the little duck, Swimming with the tide; "Caw!" said the saucy crow, Swelling up with pride, "I'm a jolly rover, And I live in clover: Don't you wish that you were here, Sitting by my side?" "Quack, quack!" said the duck, Very much like "No." "Caw, caw!—ha, ha!" Laughed the silly crow: Two of us delighting, Two of us inviting To join the merry frolic With a ringing ho, ho, ho! Crack!—and a bullet went Flying from a gun! Duck swimming down the stream, We on a run, Wondered why or whether We couldn't be together Without another coming in And spoiling all the fun!