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Duck Talk. Waddle,waddle, waddle. Quack, quack, quack. As Mrs Duck and Mrs Goose go waddling up the track. Oh Mrs Duck says Mrs Goose don't you love these walks without Mr Drake. But Mrs Goose says Mrs Duck I'll meet him at the Lake. Where people come to feed us with cake and all kinds of bread. So be careful Mrs Goose I'll not tell him what you said. If he thinks I'd rather waddle and titter with a quack Well Mrs Goose you'd be dead cause he'd have you for his snack.