Three little ducks that I once knew,
Fat one, skinny one, tall one too.
But the one little duck with the feather on her back,
She let 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 her back,
She let the others with a quack, quack, quack.
Back from the river they would come,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble to and fro.
But the one little duck with a feather on her back,
She led the others with a quack, quack, quack.
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