A Little Man
There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make.To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail; The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.