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Four little ducklings all in a row following behind their mother.
Where is she going the ducklings say to each other?

Winding around here and there, and then Mother crosses a grate.
Oh no, oh no! she quacks and quacks for now it seems it’s too late.

To warn them as she waddled on her way she never gave thought to do
She crossed merrily over the grate, and she thought that they would too.
 
One by one each little duckling falls as Mother duck looks on in disbelief“
Quack! Quack! she says running back and forth calling out for relief;

A driver in a car sees all of the fuss and goes out to investigate.
“Oh my,” the driver says, “To help, I must loosen the grade.”

But it needs a special tool, and the ducklings are down so far
I must flag down some help from a passing city truck or car.

Then soon men are working and the grate has been removed
A ladder is brought and the ducklings’ faith has been renewed.

The ducklings are rescued and soon are seen making quite a noise
Waddling along behind their Mother going back to their lake filled joys.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney