They are not for you at all. Why are you in the house? Those broad bills and web-feet are made for the water. Run away from that bowl. Run back to the water! If cook comes back and sees you, she will call the dog. Naughty, naughty ducklings! Quack! quack! ducklings like peas. They are a feast to us-a feast! Must we go away now? We like the water-but not dogs! But how can web-feet run? WHAT FLOWER AM I?* I grow very, very tall. I wear a pretty crown. My yellow petals make my crown. My petals are as yellow as sunshine. My sepals are green. They hold my petals like a cup. It is very large and strong, too. You could not count my brown seeds. Hens like to eat my seeds. Do you know how I got my name? * See preface. |