"'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving out The egg-shells with her bill, "Besides, it never suits young ducks To keep them sitting still." So, rising from her nest, she said, "Now, children, look at me: A well-bred duck should waddle so, From side to side--d'ye see?" "Yes," said the little ones, and then She went on to explain: "A well-bred duck turns in its toes As I do--try again." "Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on. "That's better," said their mother; "But well-bred ducks walk in a row, Straight--one behind another." "Yes," said the little Ducks again, All waddling in a row: "Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck-- Splash, splash! and in they go. "Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck, "To this side, now to that; There, snap at those great brown-winged flies, They make young ducklings fat. "Now when you reach the poultry-yard, The hen-wife, Molly Head, Will feed you, with the other fowls, On bran and mashed-up bread; "The hens will peck and fight, but mind, I hope that all of you Will gobble up the food as fast As well-bred ducks should do. "You'd better get into the dish, Unless it is too small; In that case, I should use my foot, And overturn it all." The Ducklings did as they were bid, And found the plan so good, That, from that day, the other fowls Got hardly any food. [Illustration] Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too. John Cook he had a little grey mare, hee, haw, hum; Her legs were long and her back was bare, hee, haw, hum. John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank, hee, haw, hum; The mare she began to kick and to prank, hee, haw, hum. John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill, hee, haw, hum; His mare fell down and made her will, hee, haw, hum. The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf, hee, haw, hum; If you want any more, you may sing it yourself, hee, haw, hum. [Illustration: OLD KING COLE.] Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he called for his pipe And he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three! [Illustration] A Apple Pie. B bit it. C cut it. D dealt it. [Illustration] E eat it. F fought for it. G got it. H hid it. [Illustration] J jumped for it. K kept it. L longed for it. M mourned for it. [Illustration] N nodded at it.