Someone's tap tapping upon my back door.
Yes I know who it is for they've been here before.
No, it isn't my dog and it isn't my cat,
So who do you think goes rat-a-tat-tat?
It's a mother with nine hungry youngsters to feed,
But instead of just "hungry" you might call it "greed!"
Their mother says "quack" - does this give you a clue?
If you came to my garden, then they'd follow you.
Their mother has taught them that humans mean food
And they don't come more greedy than her hungry brood.
These nine little ducklings march here behind Mum,
And my bread is devoured to the very last crumb.
Then off they all troop with their Mum to their lake
And there's never a "thank you" for my bread and cake.
But ducklings mean spring in this garden of mine -
And springtime means sunshine which suits me just fine!
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