The Poetry Corner

A Mistake.

By Lizzie Lawson

"MY dears, whatever are you at? You ought to be at home; I told you not to wet your feet - I told you not to roam. "Oh, dear! I'm sure you will be drowned! I never saw such tricks Come home at once, and go to bed, You naughty naughty chicks." Now most of them were five days old, But one, whose age was six - "Please, ma'am," said he, "I think we're ducks; I don't believe we're chicks!"