Song five little ducks went out one day
Five little ducks went swimming one day
Five little ducks went swimming one day
FIVE little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only FOUR little ducks came back.
FOUR little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only THREE little ducks came back.
THREE little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only TWO little ducks came back.
TWO little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only ONE little duck came back.
ONE little duck went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And all her five little ducks came back.
Five little ducks went swimming one day
FIVE little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only FOUR little ducks came back.
FOUR little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only THREE little ducks came back.
THREE little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only TWO little ducks came back.
TWO little ducks went swimming one day,
Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And only ONE little duck came back.
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Over the hill and far away.
Mamma duck said: 'Quack, quack, quack, quack!'
And all her five little ducks came back.
Five Little Ducks - Kids Environment Kids Health
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Five little ducks went to play
Wibble wobble, wibble wobble to and fro
But the one little duck
With the feather on his back
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.
Quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.
The following lyrics are also called "Five Little Ducks," but this version has a different tune, and no music has been located for it.
Written by Dorothy Aldis (Copyright Unknown)
Five little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only four little ducks came back.
Four little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only three little ducks came back.
Three little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only two little ducks came back.
Two little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only one little duck came back.
One little duck
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But none of the five little ducks came back.
Sad mother duck
Went out one day
Over the hill and far away
The sad mother duck said
"Quack, quack, quack.
"
And all of the five little ducks came back.
Alternate verse
Five little ducks
went out to play
Over the hills and far away
Papa duck said,
"QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!"
Five little ducks came swimming back.
For parents
You may remember images of ducks and other wildlife covered with oil after the Gulf Oil Spill in 2010. Volunteers and workers pitched in on the clean‐up. But what might that have done to their health? NIEHS is leading a long-term research to understand the effects on clean-up workers and volunteers.
For kids
Do you like ducks (and other web‐footed friends)? How about becoming a wetlands ecologist? Learn about what a wetland ecologist does and how to become one from Dr. Lief Sigren.
For teachers
The Duke University Superfund Program’s Learning Barge is considered the world’s first floating wetlands classroom, powered by sun and wind and equipped with live wetlands to study.
The program has provided opportunities for students, with a focus on fourth‐graders, as this article about the "Learning Barge" describes.
For teachers
L'Oie Toulouse? Qui, Moi?
About three years ago, a white Canada goose (Branta canadensis canadensis) or perhaps an imposter appeared on our NIEHS campus.
For teachers
Being Single is "Not for the Birds"! – Canada Geese
This update is for those of you who are still young enough to remember. The White Goose (WG), known around campus and in the local press, as Toulouse, has spent many hours at NIEHS over the course of 4 plus years.
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Tales of the Ducklings Friend / / Nezavisimaya Gazeta
Chpok-2
As you probably remember, Geum Geum happily agreed to the request to speak with Chpok. (And if you forgot, look in "Ex Libris NG" dated 11/14/2002.) So, Geum-Gum enters the office of the main department, and there a hefty red turkey sits at the table.
With great difficulty Geum-Gum recognized Chpok's traits in the turkey.
- What question are you on, comrade? croaked the turkey.
- Yes, I'm Geum-Gum. Have you forgotten me?
- Ah, this one. I remember. Well, what do you need?
- Yes, people are worried. You began to forget your native galaxy, do not write anything about us. But we are interesting.
The turkey grinned at these words, so much so that the bricks in his belly rattled.
- Remember, old man, the main thing in life is grandmas. If you want me to write about your shitty galaxy, pay your money. There are no butterflies - bring it down on all four sides. However, if you want to earn money, I can help. I need an article about rabbit breeding. You write - you get money. Are you catching up?
- You are evil, Chpok, - the deputy of the galaxy said and left, slamming the door.
The impudent chief wreck was offended by these words, got angry: "I'll show you how evil I am!" I jumped out of the editorial office through the window, got on all fours and began to look for a bigger stone.
I found a hefty brick, scrawled "Gym-Gym" on it and swallowed it. However, the brick got across his throat, and Chpok began to choke. Then the Stone-eater telepathically whispered to him again: "And you push through the brick with a port."
- Ahde, hde-ee-ee... - the turkey croaked.
- Yes, in front of the editorial office, take the Luzhnik duck.
So Chpok got a friend, not a friend, but a drinking buddy Luzhnik, with whom he became addicted to drinking the nasty rock-eating drink "Portveshok". Unlike the magical galactic beer that brings gamers to a benevolent state, the bag was a real beast, it confused thoughts, bloodshot eyes, and the tongue spat out the dirtiest curses. In the evenings after work, drinking buddies hugged the streets, bawled obscene songs and molested ducks.
Once Chpok got so drunk that he didn't go home and went to sleep in a dirty ditch. Neat, as always, immaculately dressed Gym-Gym walked past and made aloud, as he liked it, the remark: "What a disgrace, the pigs have become quite insolent.
"
And indeed, from the brick, Chpok swelled up even more, from the port, he quickly began to go bald and turned either into a gigantic platypus, or into a small pig. Finally, one fine day, Chpok swallowed a huge basalt cobblestone, on which he carved the inscription "Friend of Ducks" all day long, and the process was completed. From a small pig, he turned into a big pig. In this form, no one recognized him. However, no one seemed to notice the disappearance of the red duck either. They waved their wings at the magazine, and Chpok and Luzhnik had no friends in the galaxy.
In the meantime, a certain Blue-Eyes, an unsightly gray duck, with whom he once sat on the same desk in a forest school, also grew up a lot and turned into a real beauty. Chpok saw her once on the street, then something went out of his mind. He wanted to do a good deed.
Approached her, rattling bricks, and wanted to say: "Hello, dear Blue-Eyes. Do you remember we studied together?"
But it turned out something else: "But damn, finally, you walk around here.
Like a decent one, finally. Let's fix it."
Goluboglazka shied away from him with a vertical takeoff, so much so that she dropped some notebook from her bag.
Bang wanted to catch up with her, but where is there. It's hard to jump with bricks, let alone fly into the sky. He shouted: "Where did you scratch it, stick, I have grandmothers!" The duck didn't react at all. Apparently, she flew far away already - she did not hear. Chpok grunted sadly and picked up a dropped notebook from the ground. It had "Blue Eyes' Diary" written on it. She opens it, and there, on each page, it is written about some kind of red duckling, which Goluboglazka conventionally called Ogonyok (so that no one would guess). And this Light was so good, unusual in the descriptions, so cute, cute, witty and, mind you, promising, that Chpok’s little pig heart skipped a beat, which had long been covered with bristles, and when he reached the verses dedicated to his disappearance, he screamed with a good obscenity, took out a magic straw and began to blow in the opposite direction.
But a huge amount of pig shit went in the opposite direction, with which Chpok immediately choked on the spot and, sorry, burst with a nasty champing sound, very reminiscent of his nickname.
The next day, on the bank of the pond, people discovered a huge puddle of manure, in which lay a pile of stones. Almost all the inhabitants of the galaxy found their names on them, scrawled by the vindictive Chpok. A month later, thistles grew on the manure, hiding small stones (and many were taken away for souvenirs), and only a huge cobblestone with the inscription "Friend of Ducklings" gloomily towered above the foliage, thus serving as a kind of gravestone for Chpok, set on behalf of this kind wizard in edification to future generations.
Ryaba hen and ten ducklings
Do you know the tale about grandfather and woman
And Ryaba hen?
If you know her,
Can I
Tell you another story.
Once upon a time there were other grandfather and woman,
And they had another chicken pockmarked.
Hen laid an egg,
Not gold,
Simple.
Not soft-boiled
And not cool,
And the most ordinary -
Raw.
The mouse ran,
Waving its tail -
The testicle fell
And crashed.
Weeps bitterly
Ryaba hen.
She took pity on the hen
Baba,
She ran into the chicken coop with a basket,
And in the basket there are duck eggs,
Not one, but a dozen.
- Hatch, ripples, ducklings!
A pockmarked hen is happy.
She doesn't need anything else.
She immediately set to work -
The whole ten to hatch the village.
He sits all day and night.
Rarely, rarely eats and drinks.
Hatchling soon at mother hen
Fluffy babies from shells -
A whole dozen
Yellow ducks.
They squealed one after another:
- We want to eat!
We want to drink!
We want to live!
They don't look like chickens:
They have skin membranes on their legs,
And their noses are flat, long,
Not chicken,
But duck.
A mother hen came out with her children
To walk and peck out of the gate.
He rakes the ground quickly,
He looks for crumbs and grains with his paw.
She found and calls ducklings,
But the ducklings do not want to go -
They ran away into a groove somewhere,
They nibble fresh grass with their beaks.
A chicken
Short nose,
Not grown to duck.
It's good for her to peck grain,
And it's tricky to pluck the grass.
Ducklings hobble after a chicken,
Down the green street.
They saw a wide pond,
They ran to the water and they were swimming,
They drink water, they overtake each other...
And the mother hen screams in fright:
— Where-where! Where-where! Where are you going?
Don't you see? This is water!
Such a chicken bird,
That water, like fire, is afraid.
And the ducklings, sensing freedom,
So they cut the icy water.
They don't want to get out of the water.
The mother hen looks at the ducklings,
Walks restlessly along the shore,
Keeps her eyes on the naughty children.
- Ko-ko-ko! - He speaks. — Ko-ko-ko!
You will drown! It's deep there!
And she herself would have gone into the water,
Let the chickens not swim!
Nine ducklings are returning,
Waddling out, in a hurry.
Only the youngest does not want to return,
Flapping its wings, wets its head.
I saw a swimmer - and dived.
And the mother hen shouts: - Guard!
The youngest son drowned!
So the tenth duckling came out,
Yes, the rest of the ducklings left -
Friend after friend in a chain go
And they head to another pond.
They have a little time left to run.
Suddenly towards - a mustachioed cat.
She hid behind the grass,
Only moves her head slightly,
She squints at the wading ducklings.
