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| "AT THE DUCK POND" |
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| Down by the duck pond on a summer's day, Watching all the ducks swimming away. Hunting for minnows as they paddle along, Makes you feel happy, like singing a song. Here comes little ducklings with Mom behind, Looking around seeing what they can find. When I go to the duck pond I carry crackers, Everywhere you look, there swims a quacker! Waiting for a hand out of cracker bits, Some will come on shore and take a big nip. I remember once a big old goose, Came running up behind me, boy what a bruise! As you look around you see birds in the trees, Watching the ducks as they feed. Toss me a cracker they seem to be chirping, While the ducks in the water are busy slurping. Over near the forest you may even spy, A beautiful deer leaping by. Graceful and beautiful through the air, But if they see you, they get a scare. Lots of God's creatures enjoy the duckpond, Butterflies, bumble bees, and pretty fern fronds. Wild flowers blooming in colorful arrays, Just add more beauty to a wonderful day. So let's go down to the duck pond, oh boy!! What a treat and it gives such joy. To every big person and little ones too, Delighted to share with all, the ducks favorite food. Shy Barr August 6, 2006 |
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