“Quack” “Quack”

“Quack” “Quack” “Come out of that burn.. Mr Otter is ducking and diving..when are you gonna learn?”
As her adorable ducklings waddle out she “Quacks” some more coz she has only counted three and there should be four

Oh no Mammy duck is in an awful state.. let us pray one little ducky hasn’t met ill fate.. So she slides back down the river bank and drops in with a “Plop!!” But from out of nowhere she hears a chirp from the treetop

“Don’t fret Mammy Duck your little one is alright.. I’ve been watching him he’s such a handsome sight”
And there in the riplets of the rapid river her lost ducky was shaking in a quiver “Come on follow me onto the grassy bank and as she looked up to the top of the tall tree she knew who she had to thank

But Mrs. Blackbird sweetly smiles and sings in her tweeting way..It is perfectly okay my dear ducky.. I like to keep my beady eye open as I sit here everyday”
“And may I say what a lovely family you own..your ducklings are the prettiest feathered friends that I have ever known”