Down a winding byway,
In a shady dale,
Lives a lovely lady
Whose name is Mrs. Quail.
When her chicks are hungry,
When they start to squawk,
Mrs. Quail calls, “Children,
Let us take a walk.”
Then they all go stepping
Pertly up the lane,
Eating bugs and insects
Till they’re full again.
On their heads are topknots
That waggle as they go.
It looks as if they’re waving

[illustration] Illustrated by Mike Eagle