Mr. Quackety Quack.

He waddles thru the house, Mr. Quackety Quack. Silent as a mouse, Carrying his little pack. A picnic today, With all of his friends, We get to play in the hay, In the snow he pretends. A strawman they will make, A tall and lanky one at best, It wont take much time, Then we can rest. We'll have a little snooze, Dream of daffodils in the field, Cause this is what we choose, It gives us such a thrill. Then when we awake, We'll waddle on home, Have some milk and cake, Call our family on the phone. Tell them of our day, What a delight it has been, Hope that someway, They can join us to pretend.