I'm tempted to continue on from yesterday with wacky verses, but I'll keep it in check; however, my late father used to sing a song that would fit this pretty well!
Be kind to your web footed friends,
For that duck may be somebody's mother
She lives in a hole in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp
You may think that this is the end:
Well, it is!
For that duck may be somebody's mother
She lives in a hole in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp
You may think that this is the end:
Well, it is!