Translation:French Nursery Rhymes/The Dance of the White Duck

by C. B.

THE DANCE OF THE WHITE DUCK

Behind my father's house,
There was a little swamp;
Three ducks go looking there.
The king's son came passing by there,
And pulled on the one in front.
O king's son! You are wicked;
You have killed my white duck.
I saw the feather flying in the wind,
And by the gold and silver beak.