O little fawn, it's long you've strayed away, 
It's near the break of day: 
Long I've been seeking you by hill and hollow — 
My voice and feet will you not rise and follow, 
O little fawn? 

O little fawn, they say a sheogue met you 
Long since and far away — 
Oh! hearken now my calling, nor delay! 
It's near the break of day, 
When fawn and doe should sleep in the long grass! 
Take heed, for there is many a darkling pass 
Betwixt us, many snares that will beset you, 
O little fawn! 

O little fawn, there are no grasses growing 
More sweet to crop than these: 
Not any sown round Niam's palaces. 
Arise, O little fawn, leave thy gold prison, 
And come to me ere yet the sun is risen: 
Ere yet the red wind on his way is going, 
O little fawn! 

O little fawn, although you have forgotten 
These many, many years: 
Although beneath her spells your eyes have grown 
Unused to tears, 
Yet, fear me, Niam, since I seek my own- 
My own will come to me: my first-begotten, 
My little fawn! 

Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
"Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!"
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

"Please give me a ride on your back!"
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
"I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack,'
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea;—
Please take me a ride! O do!"
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
"This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo—
Matiz!" said the Kangaroo.

Said the Duck, "As I sate on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!"

Said the Kangaroo, "I'm ready!
All in the moonlight pale;
But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
And quite at the end of my tail!"
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy,—O who,
As the Duck and the Kangaroo?