Lord Love a Duck
Lord Love A Duck
Quacky little bird call
When you hear it coming duck!
If farmer Fudd is after you
You're running out of luck
Totin' shotgun and bird shot,
Son, he's aiming not to please
He's sneaking close behind you bird
You better hold your sneeze
Cuz your feathers are a tickler
Your bill is orange and bright
While the farmer is a stickler
He will sup on bird tonight
Lord love a duck!
Of him you mustn't run a fowl
Pain from freshly plucked feathers
Will be enough to make you howl!
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