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Rh under water. At last they implored him to go away and attend to his own affairs and leave them to mind theirs. So the Rat went away, and sat on the river bank in the sun, and made up a song about them, which he called

All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all!

Ducks' tails, drakes' tails, Yellow feet a-quiver, Yellow bills all out of sight Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth Where the roach swim— Here we keep our larder, Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes! We like to be Heads down, tails up, Dabbling free!

High in the blue above Swifts whirl and call— We are down a-dabbling Up tails all!

'I don't know that I think so very much of that little song, Rat,' observed the Mole