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In the whimsical world of "Dan Drake's Rhymes and Dame Duck's Jingles," the reader is treated to a delightful exploration of playful verse and charming narratives that capture the essence of childhood imagination. The book masterfully combines rhyme and rhythm, utilizing varied poetic forms to engage young readers while simultaneously providing moral lessons inherent in its myriad tales. Set against the backdrop of 19th-century children's literature, it draws inspiration from folk traditions and nursery rhymes, resulting in a rich tapestry of stories that both entertain and educate. The anonymous author of this collection reflects the collective creativity of the period, tapping into the joyous spirit of the time when children'Äôs literature sought to inspire wonder and moral integrity. Likely drawing from oral traditions and personal experiences, the author imbues each piece with a warmth that resonates with both young and adult audiences alike, making it a timeless work that bridges generations. I highly recommend "Dan Drake's Rhymes and Dame Duck's Jingles" for readers of all ages, as it nurtures a love for literature through its engaging storytelling and vivid imagery. This charming volume not only serves as an entertaining read but also fosters imagination and moral reflection, making it a must-have addition to any literary collection.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Old Mother Duck has hatched a broodOf ducklings, small and callow: Their little wings are short, their downIs 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 this brookThe old duck made her nest, Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,And down from her own breast.
And there she sat for four long weeks,In rainy days and fine, Until the ducklings all came out,Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped out from beneath her wing,One scrambled on her back; "That's very rude," said old Dame Duck;"Get off, quack, quack, quack, quack!"
"'Tis close," said Dame Duck, shoving outThe egg-shells with her bill; "Besides, it never suits young ducksTo keep them sitting still."
So, rising from her nest, she said,"Now, children, look at me: A well-bred duck should waddle so,From side to side; d'ye see?"
"Yes!" said the little ones; and thenShe went on to explain, "A well-bred duck turns in its toesAs I do;—try again."
"Yes!" said the ducklings, waddling on."That's better," said their mother; "But well-bred ducks walk in a row,Straight, one beside the other."
"Yes!" said the little ducks again,All waddling in a row. "Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck.Splash, splash, and in they go.
