Classic Poem

Ducklings, six of the downiest
That a duck could hatch if she did her best,
Or a painter paint at his creamiest.

Of the richest and roliest-poliest;
First choice Frank's! and the present quest
Of Frank's forefinger " the prettiest! "

Round and round, as a hawk that eyes
Ducklings, six of the dumpling size;
Each so suitable — still she flies.

Ducklings, six, and one for dinner;
But which? so hovers the dainty sinner,
Nor fills the hollow that acheth in her.

" This is the prettiest — brownie-white!
Except this yellow one on the right —
I mean the left — with a fly in sight.
" The one that scampers! The one that's still!

The one afloat, with dripping bill.
Prettiest, washed and had his fill!
But hungry top-knot's prettier still!

" This one! after the bug. The other,
Watching at once the bug and his brother!
Which is the prettiest? ask their mother! "

Puzzled Frank! I know a nest,
And a mother too of the wisest, best,
Who could not tell, and who would not test,
For the wide world at its happiest,
Which of her darlings she loves the best.