Mr. Quackety Quack

He waddles thru the house,
Mr. Quackety Quack.
Silent as a mouse,
Carrying his little pack.

A picnic today,
With all of his friends,
We get to play in the hay,
In the snow he pretends.

A strawman they will make,
A tall and lanky one at best,
It wont take much time,
Then we can rest.

We'll have a little snooze,
Dream of daffodils in the field,
Cause this is what we choose,
It gives us such a thrill.

Then when we awake,
We'll waddle on home,
Have some milk and cake,
Call our family on the phone.

Tell them of our day,
What a delight it has been,
Hope that someway,
They can join us to pretend.