Little Dilly Mallard Duck
Was swimming on her lake,
But thought she’d like a little lunch -
Some bread or nice sweet cake.
She trotted off across the grass
And tapped upon my door:
“I know you gave me breakfast,
But I’d like a little more.”
Through the hedge her friends came too -
“We’d also like some bread,”
But they’d had bread not long ago.
I knew they’d all been fed.
“You greedy little mallard ducks,
Now don’t keep bothering me!
But - - come again at 4 o’clock.
I'll give you *cake for tea.”
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* No, they never get cake. I buy sunflower seeds for them, which is the best thing as a treat for ducks.