I'm not a silly dilly duck

    Who swims upon the *Wharfe.

I’m not the largest duck on earth,

    But I’m also not a dwarf.


I’m waiting for the bread to come

    And think it’s rather sweet,

To see the children throwing it

    Exactly at my feet.


No, I’m not a silly-dilly duck.

    I’ve feathers grey and green.

My wife’s feathers are silky brown.

    She’s the sweetest duck I’ve seen.


We’ve lots of sons and daughter ducks -

    Cousins and aunts as well.

The River Wharfe's the very the place

    Where our families love to dwell.


I’m not a silly-dilly duck

    Of that I’m very sure.

I often fly to see my friends

    Who live on Ilkley Moor.


The Tarn is where we fraternize

    And pass an hour or two.

And for sure there’s not a better place,

    Like me, you’ll know it’s true.


No, I’m not a silly-dilly duck

    Paddle-dabbling in the river.

Oh, the winter wind is biting now.

    So I’ll sit with friends and shiver.


We look hopefully at everyone

    With pleading little eyes.

Our hungry tums are not much fun.

    Don’t blame us when we try.


So children when you visit us

    On Ilkley’s grassy banks,

The food you bring will always be

    Received with many thanks.


In springtime we’ll be busy ducks

    With  youngsters all around,

But you’ll be welcomed one and all

    With a happy-quacky sound.


*The River Wharfe, Wharfedale, Yorkshire.



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