There were six nice ducks that I once knew,Fat ducks and pretty ducks they were too.And one had a feather curled up on liis hack,And he ruled the others with his Quack! Quack! Quack! Across the green fields those ducks would Widdle, waddle, wuddle, nil in a row ; Hut the one with a feather curled…
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