Katy mentioned that the last part of yesterday’s blog was morbid and it got me to thinking that maybe others felt the same way. The ducklings in the verse really don’t get lost, they come back, again and again to teach children to count and play and move and learn.
Let me explain. What I wrote was only one stanza from a children’s rhyming song. It can be a finger counting rhyme or a movement activity and there are all sorts of examples you can explore on YouTube. My first grade teacher, Miss Blood, who married the year I had her and became Mrs. Thone, a very good name change for a first grade teacher, don’t you agree, taught us this little tune. We would squat down on our knees, hold our ankles with our hands, waddling and pretending to be ducks, all together quacking during the song’s refrain.
Needless to say, I was a very awkward little duckling, though I could quack pretty well.
To add to the fun, there was a house with an alleyway on the way to school and guess what they had in their yard? Ducks! The ducks didn’t mind letting us visit through the grid of the fence – and neither did the homeowners. I was charmed, of course, by their darling duck faces and feathered bodies and all that quacking.
Click on and sing along: kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/fiveducks.htm
If you need visuals, this is the site for you:
On a trip to Boston a few years ago, we went to the Boston Public Gardens. We sat on a bench after a day of wandering the Freedom Trail and every cemetery with skull and bones and dates hundreds of years old, and the Old North Church, Paul Revere’s house and Faneuil Hall before coming to rest in front of the ducklings that Boston made way for in the famous children’s’ book, Make Way for Ducklings.
Little children were climbing and sitting and even kissing these adorable ducks and try as we did, it was impossible to get any good pictures of the brood with all the children swarming around.
Have you read Make Way for Ducklings? It is one of my all-time favorite children’s books and it was fun to see these sculptures at the Boston Public Gardens one crisp day in Autumn.
Thanks, Katy, for giving me a reason to write about yet another children’s’ book.
We arrived in Boston the same day that Jennifer and Jason and his family were leaving Boston. Tom and I had a great time, but, it would have been fun to meet up with them and even more to see the ducklings with Jennifer, who I am sure would have been crawling on them as well.
Below is one of the statues we managed to capture without a captivated toddler on it.