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.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
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