"I," said the duck, "I call it fun,
For I have my little red rubbers on;
They make a cunning three-toed track
In the soft, cool mud. Quack! Quack!"
"I," cried the dandelion, "I,
My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."
And she lifted a towsled yellow head
Out of her green and grassy bed.
"I hope 't will pour! I hope 't will pour!"
Purred the tree-toad at his gray back door,
"For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
I am perfectly weatherproof."
Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop,
And wish they never need to stop
Till a big river I grew to be,
And could find my way to the sea."
"I," shouted Ted, "for I can run,
With my high-top boots and my rain-coat on,
Through every puddle and runlet, and pool
That I find on my way to school."