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Someone's tap tapping upon my back door.

Yes I know who it is for they've been here before.

     No, it isn't my dog and it isn't my cat,                                    

     So who do you think goes rat-a-tat-tat?

 

It's a mother with nine hungry youngsters to feed,

But instead of just 'hungry' you might call it 'greed!'

     Their mother says 'quack' - does this give you a clue?

     If you came to my garden, then they'd follow you!

 

Their mother has taught them that humans mean food

And they do not come greedier than her hungry brood.

     These nine little ducklings in fluffy brown coats

      All love eating seeds and my tasty soft oats.

 

Then off they all troop when they've finished their feed,

And there's never a 'thank you' for my oats and my seed.

     But ducklings mean spring in this garden of mine -

     And springtime means sunshine which suits me just fine!

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