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has hatched a brood

Of ducklings, small and callow: Their little wings are short, their down

Is mottled gray and yellow.

There is a quiet little stream,

That runs into the moat,

Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,

And water-lilies float.

Close by the margin of the brook,

The old duck made her nest,

Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,

And down from her own breast.