They seem to be having a private conversation...
Whatever's under the water must be tasty...
Bonjour MarieJe vois des cygnes faire pareil.Belles réflections dans ce lac etj'adorais Mouloudji.
So the Rat went away, and sat on the river bank in the sun, and made up a song about them, which he called: "DUCKS' DITTY." All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all! Ducks' tails, drakes' tails, Yellow feet a-quiver, Yellow bills all out of sight Busy in the river! Slushy green undergrowth Where the roach swim-- Here we keep our larder, Cool and full and dim. Everyone for what he likes! _We_ like to be Heads down, tails up, Dabbling free! High in the blue above Swifts whirl and call-- _We_ are down a-dabbling Up tails all! - The Wind In The Willows
They seem to be having a private conversation...
RépondreSupprimerWhatever's under the water must be tasty...
RépondreSupprimerBonjour Marie
RépondreSupprimerJe vois des cygnes faire pareil.
Belles réflections dans ce lac et
j'adorais Mouloudji.
So the Rat went away, and sat on the river bank in the sun, and made up a song about them, which he called:
RépondreSupprimer"DUCKS' DITTY."
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!
Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim--
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.
Everyone for what he likes!
_We_ like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!
High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call--
_We_ are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!
- The Wind In The Willows