Five little ducks that I once knew,
Big ones, little ones, skinny ones, too.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
Down to the river they would go,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
Home from the river they would come,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho hum hum.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
When my youngest was a toddler he loved this little nursery rhyme and Tristan loves it too! Who cares if I don't know all the words. We're on our way down to meet our newest grandson (so I can teach him about ducks), photos soon, I promise but it's a whirlwind visit so I may not be on much until we get home Monday evening.
Maybe I should bring some ducklings home.
