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"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." |
| — Anonymous |