Daddy Fell into the Pond
Everyone grumbled
The sky was grey
We had nothing to do and nothing to say
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
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Everyone grumbled
The sky was grey
We had nothing to do and nothing to say
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years— To remember with tears