Classic Poem

As I went down the village green,
Quack-quack! Quack-quack!
Such a sight as never was seen,
On a fine wet day in the morning.

Three ducks came swimming down the stream,
Quack-quack! Quack-quack!
(I was awake: it was no dream)
On a gay grey day in the morning.

Yet when they saw me standing by,
Quack-quack! Quack-quack!
They stood on their heads with their tails to the sky,
On a mild wild day in the morning.

And when they had done just what I say,
Quack-quack! Quack-quack!
They shook their tails and sailed away,
On a fine wet day in the morning.