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.
Judy Wood
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