Once there was a little duck -

    Quackers was her name -

But Quackers tapped on people's doors

     And always said the same:

 

Are you ready?

 

‘Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!’

      Yes, this is what I need': - - - - -

And: ‘Quack quack quack,’ and ‘quack,’ again -

     ‘I want some tasty seed.’

 

Some people liked the hungry duck

     Who tapped upon their door -

And so they threw out lots of seed.

     But Quackers asked for more:

 

Are you ready?

 

‘Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!'

     Yes, this is what I need': - - - - -

And: ‘Quack quack quack,’ and ‘quack’ again -

     ‘I want some tasty seed.’

 

Well, everyone became annoyed

     But just what could they do?

And another thing they didn't like

     Was lots of Quacker's poo. 

 

Are you ready?

 

‘Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!’

      'Yes, this is what I need': - - - - -

And: ‘Quack quack quack,’ and ‘quack’ again -

     ‘I want some tasty seed.’

 

A big black cat heard all this noise

     And peeped around the house,

And then he crept towards the duck,

     As quietly as a mouse.

 

But Quackers spotted this black cat

     And what did Quackers do?

She stopped her quacking right away

     And quickly off she flew.

 

But tell me where did Quackers fly?

     Perhaps it's what you fear!

For if she comes to visit you

      Then his is what you'll hear:

 

Are you ready?

 

‘Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack,’

     Yes, this is what I need' - - - - -

And: ‘Quack quack quack,’ and ‘quack’ again -

     ‘I want some tasty seed!'

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