"I," said the duck, "I call it fun,
For I have my little red rubbers on.
They make a cunning three-toed track
In the soft, cool mud; quack, quack!"
"I," cried the dandelion, "I.
My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."
And she lifted her little yellow head
Out of her green and grassy bed.
"I hope 'twill pour; I hope 'twill pour,"
Croaked the tree toad from his gray bark door.
"For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
I'm always safely waterproof."
Sang the brook: "I welcome every drop.
Come down, dear raindrops; never stop
Until a broad river you make of me,
And then I will carry you to the sea."
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