: In My Nursery by Richards Laura Elizabeth Howe - Children's poetry; Nursery rhymes

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? With never an arm to protect you from harm, And no sign of a toe or a heel, my dear, No sign of a toe or a heel?

And what do you think you would do, my dear, Far down in the water so blue, my dear, Where the prawns and the shrimps, with their curls and their crimps, Would turn up their noses at you, my dear, Would turn up their noses at you?

The crab he would give you a nip, my dear, And the lobster would lend you a clip, my dear. And perhaps if a shark should come by in the dark, Down his throat you might happen to slip, my dear, Down his throat you might happen to slip.

Then try to sit still on your chair, my dear! To your parents 'tis no more than fair, my dear. For we really don't feel like inviting an eel Our board and our lodging to share, my dear, Our board and our lodging to share.

The Forty Little Ducklings.

The forty little ducklings who lived up at the farm, They said unto each other, "Oh! the day is very warm!" They said unto each other, "Oh! the river's very cool! The duck who did not seek it now would surely be a fool."

The forty little ducklings, they started down the road; And waddle, waddle, waddle, was the gait at which they goed. The same it is not grammar,--you may change it if you choose,-- But one cannot stop for trifles when inspired by the Muse.

They waddled and they waddled and they waddled on and on. Till one remarked, "Oh! deary me, where is the river gone? We asked the Ancient Gander, and he said 'twas very near. He must have been deceiving us, or else himself, I fear."

They waddled and they waddled, till no further they could go: Then down upon a mossy bank they sat them in a row. They took their little handkerchiefs and wept a little weep, And then they put away their heads, and then they went to sleep.

There came along a farmer, with a basket on his arm, And all those little duckylings he took back to the farm. He put them in their little beds, and wished them sweet repose, And fastened mustard plasters on their little webby toes.

Next day these little ducklings, they were very very ill. Their mother sent for Doctor Quack, who gave them each a pill; But soon as they recovered, the first thing that they did, Was to peck the Ancient Gander, till he ran away and hid.

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