The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Ducks and Frogs,, by Fanny Fire-Fly

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

Title: The Ducks and Frogs,
A Tale of the Bogs.

Author: Fanny Fire-Fly

Illustrator: Hammatt Billings
Alonzo Hartwell

Release Date: September 17, 2008 [EBook #26650]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DUCKS AND FROGS, ***

Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
produced from images generously made available by The
Internet Archive)

[Illustration]

THE
DUCKS
AND
THE
FROGS

BY
FF

BOSTON
JOSEPH.H.FRANCIS
MDCCCXLIX.

[Illustration]

THE

DUCKS & THE FROGS,

A TALE

OF THE BOGS.

BY

FANNY FIRE-FLY

THE

DUCKS AND THE FROGS,

A

TALE OF THE BOGS.

BY FANNY FIRE-FLY.

With Engravings by Hartwell, from Designs by Billings.

BOSTON: JOSEPH H. FRANCIS.

M DCCC XLIX.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, by ALONZO
HARTWELL, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the
District of Massachusetts.

WHITE & POTTER, Printers,

J. W. WILCOX, Electrotyper

A. HARTWELL,
WOOD ENGRAVER.
Littleton, Mass.

[Illustration]

THE DUCKS AND THE FROGS

It chanced upon a certain day,
When cheerful Summer, bright and gay,
Had brought once more her gift of flowers,
To dress anew her pleasant bowers;
When birds and insects on the wing
Made all the air with music ring;
When sunshine smiled on dell and knoll,
Two Ducks set forth to take a stroll.
'Twas morning; and each grassy bank
Of cooling dew had deeply drank--
Each fair young flower was holding up
Its sweet and freshly painted cup,
Filled with bright dew drops, every one;
Gay, sparkling treasures for the sun,
Who bears them lightly to the sky,
Holds them as vapor far on high,
Till with his rays in dazzling tints,
The rainbow on the cloud he paints.
But our two Ducks we'll not forget,
They were not troubled by the wet;
They rambled on, and soon