Enter Mother Duck:

Hullo Girls and Boys. What a Muddy lot you are. I'd like to get you in my duck pond and clean you up. Has anybody seen my ducklings? They keep on wandering off all over the place.

(More or less to the tune of "any old iron")
Has anybody seen my ducks? has anybody seen my ducks? if I was a chicken you'd hear me cluck,, my ducks keep falling in the mess and muck. Has anybody seen my duck, if you have then you're in luck, for I'll give a penny and it might be a quid if you can show me what my ducks have did. I'll put em in a box and shut the lid, if I can only find my ducks.

George and Dubya, the Plods:
(speaking in unison): 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo - what have we here - a distraught mother who is all ofd a feather.

Dubya: Dad, Dad - can I arrest her? Can I run her in - she looks very suspicious to me. I think she's in some kind of disguise.

George: That's my boy - you've got it in one. She's cleary a partner in villainy of that rascal Zip. We'll run her in.

We're public guardians bold and wary,
and of ourselves we take good care,
And any time things get too hairy, you'll surely find we are not there,
But when we find some feathered female,
who is quacking rather large,
We'll run her in, we'll run her in,
we'll run her in, we'll run her in,
we'll show here we're the ones in charge. A debased version of the bold gendarmes (which was composed by Offenbach, with the tune known to Americans as The hymn of the United States Marine Corps. I couldn't find the original words anywhere - not even in the DT or the Mudcat archives.)