My Dears, Whatever Are You At? You Ought To Be At Home; I Told You Not To Wet Your Feet - I Told You Not To Roam. Oh, Dear! I'm Sure You Will Be Drowned! I Never Saw Such Tricks Come Home At Once, And Go To Bed, You Naughty Naughty Chicks." Now Most Of Them Were Five Days Old, But One, Whose Age Was Six - "Please, Ma'am," Said He, "I Think We're Ducks; I Don't Believe We're Chicks!"