D,T

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.

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