One little white duck,
One little grey,
Six little black ducks
Running out to play;
One white lady-duck,
Motherly and trim,
Eight little baby ducks
Bound for a swim.
One little white duck
Running from the water,
One very fat duck--
Pretty little daughter--
One little grey duck
Holding up its wings.
One little bobbing duck
Making water rings.
One little black duck
Standing on a stone,
One little grey duck
Swimming all alone,
One little grey duck
Holding down it's head.
One sleepy little duck,
It has gone to bed!
One little what duck
Running to its mother,
Look among the water-reeds,
May be there's another.
One hungry little duck
Going out to dine,
Two dainty little ducks,
Snowy-white and fine.
Merry little brown eyes
O'er the picture linger,
Point all the ducks out,
Chubby little finger;
Make the picture musical,
Merry little shout;
Now where's that other duck?
What is he about?
I thank that other duck
Is the nicest duck of all,
He hasn't any feathers,
And his mouth is sweet and small;
He runs with a light step
And jumps upon my knee,
And though he cannot swim
He is very dear to me.
One white lady-duck,
Motherly and trim,
Eight little baby ducks
Bound for a swim;
One sleepy little duck
Taking quite a nap,
One precious little duck
Here on mother's lap.