Ducks

by Mal Edwards

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Well the ducks in the cut are a noisy lot
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
They'll be far better in the stewing pots
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
They squabble and fight all through the night
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
I wish they'd vanish from sight
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack

They pick the weed from off the hull
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
They sound just like a pneumatic drill
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
I've got to take a sleeping pill
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
I'm feeling very, very ill
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack

They're driving me insane
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
I've got those ducks upon the brain
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
They really are a'getting to me
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
So I'll shoot some of them for me tea
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack

They taste very nice with orange sauce
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
I'll eat them all up of course
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
They ought to be exterminated
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
Barbecued or cremated
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack

Now the ducks have all gone I can rest in peace
I can go to bed and lay my head and go to sleep in peace
But as I go to sleep ghostly ducks they do appear
Waddling all around my bed and quacking in my ear
Waddling all around my bed and quacking in my ear

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