74 
THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
a song. So out they went, and round and 
round they swam, singing. 
“Rimp! Dimp! 
Caught a young clam and a shrimp! 
Rimp! Dimp! 
If we were lame we would limp! 
Rimpety, dimpety, dimp-dimp!” 
We may think that this was about as queer 
a song as one could sing. But it just suited 
them, for they were very young fellows, and 
liked things that were queer, as many young¬ 
sters do. 
Just about that time old Mrs. Goose 
wakened, very much refreshed from her nap. 
But where were the children? With a start 
of surprise she rubbed her eyes and looked 
about. In just an instant she saw them out 
on the ocean, and in the next instant she 
was racing down the beach, calling at the 
top of her voice. Mrs. Goose had seen some¬ 
thing over there on the sand bar right beneath 
the water where her youngsters were playing 
gaily about and singing, 
