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To a Duck

I seldom ever almost never cross a bridge to ford a river

Down the banking I go spanking till I reach the stream below

All my confidence a brimming as I chance to go a swimming

With a waddling duck a paddling duck three ducklings in a row

As I hurry in a scurry through the muddy marshy slurry

The otters are a busy with their business to and fro

While a bitter chill is batting my bill is chitter chatting

To a waddling duck a paddling duck three ducklings in a row

Though this may sound absurd to a dicky ducky bird

With a dicky docky downy there to show

But a hilly billy chilly day makes fluffy feathers fly away

From a waddling duck a paddling duck three ducklings in a row

In the summer of a morning when the sunlight is a warming

Standing proud I quack and crow of my plumage all a glow

A cacophony of cackling is enough to raise the hackling

Of a waddling duck a paddling duck three ducklings in a row

This blissful peace alas soon over as winter does to meadow clover

With farmer in a field of snow the rifle rising oh so slow

Almighty bang and so much sorrow there will never be tomorrow

For the waddling duck the paddling duck three ducklings in a row

The farmer lies in cosy bed with rifle hung above his head

A feather quilted cover when wintry winds do blow

And softly underneath his crown a pillow stuffed with eiderdown

The waddling duck the paddling duck three ducklings in a row