Waddle, waddle down the street they go;
Two mallard ducks walking in a row.
Listen to them quack, What did they say?
Maybe they asked if you’d like to play.
Oh, how they love sitting in the grass,
Watching the people as they pass.
Are they making a nest for their eggs?
Please stay here a while, my heart begs!
Off they fly to a nearby creek
Where fun in the water they seek.
I hope they come again real soon.
Then my hear would sing a joyous tune.