Six little Ducklings went waddling away

Over the common one fine summer day;

Six little Ducklings went plump in the pond,

For of the water you know they are fond.

Six little Ducklings went swimming about,

Each with their yellow webbed feet turning out.

One little Duckling took fright at a cat,

Puss would not hurt him—he did not know that.

One little Duckling went wand’ring away,

Nobody found him until the next day.

Four little Ducklings were left then you know,

Home o’er the common deciding to go.

Two little Ducklings then found a big snail

Just by the well-side, at back of the pail,

Catching and eating him took them some time,

They lost their way back, ’twas dusk and past nine.

One little Duckling was caught with great joy

Bobby Bright fancied that he was a toy.

One little Duckling arrived home forlorn,

Poor old Duck mother was hunting ’till dawn;

Five little Ducklings were found the next day,

Never again will they wander away.