Little fat ducks and geese, wearing doll-bonnets tied under their chins,
go round the white border beside an old, old woman with a crook.
All this came out of an old-fashioned storybook.
Life will teach you how to walk; walking is a grace, my dear.
Little blue Dutch boys and little blue Dutch girls, too,
a-wearing little wooden shoes, wooden shoes of blue,
dance on the hillsides where daisies wink-a-wink,
where white-cupped tulips tip their cups for them to drink.
Life will teach a different dance, not on hills where daisies grow.
Life will teach you very much, dear, perhaps too much.