Two greedy mallard ducks are here.
They’re knocking on my door.
I’ve fed them once this morning
But they’ve come again for more.
They live their lives in Ilkley but,
To be sure that they’re well fed,
They know which home to visit
To get their crusts of bread.
Perhaps you won't believe me
But the duck whose name is Co,
Has been returning to our house now
For twenty years or so.
His partner died two years ago.
They were such a faithful pair
And it’s sad to see him come alone
And his Dilly Duck's not there.
Their daughter’s name is Lilly Duck.
Now the lake's her breeding site.
She has a faithful husband too,
But her husband, Billy, fights.
He guards his wife and family
And drives off other males.
He lowers his head aggressively
And fans his lovely tail.
Now Lilly's sitting on her nest
So ducklings will come soon
And they will trot beside their Mum
Throughout the month of June.
Their wings will grow well by July
And in August they’ll be strong;
Then, with their parents they will join
Some others of their throng.
They’ll be gathering at the riverside
Where the children go to play,
But they'll knock upon our window pane
For bread on other days.
They always shout their greetings out
As they fly away and back
For in the sky above us come
Their cheery loud 'quack quack.'
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