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Behind my father's house, There was a little swamp; Three ducks go looking there. The king's son came passing by there, And pulled on the one in front. O king's son! You are wicked; You have killed my white duck. I saw the feather flying in the wind, And by the gold and silver beak.

A hen on a wall, Who pecks on hard bread,
 * Pecks here,
 * Pecks there,

Li'l child, get away from there.

Two little chickens were brothers, And yet they did not like each other;