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05 Sep 25 - 03:00 PM (#4228110) Subject: Lyr Add: The Magpie Duck Polka From: Charley Noble On our neighborhood walks we generally encounter a small flock of free-range ducks and they are always pleased to see me, knowing that I carry a bag of raw unshelled peanuts and have been known to share them with the ducks. Last week I finally came up with the perfect song, to the tune of an old sea chantey "Can't You Dance the Polka": By Charlie Ipcar ©8/21/2025 Tune: after traditional “Can’t You Dance the Polka” Key: D (2/C) The Magpie Duck Polka C------------------F As I strolled up Tallman Street, --G--------------G7-C I was surprised to see ---------------------------G7-F Nine Magpie ducks all in a line, G--------G7---------C Fast ap-proaching me. C Quack, quack, quack! F Quack, quack! G------------------G7-------------C Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! ---------------------------G7-F Nine Magpie ducks all in a line, G---------G7---------C Fast ap-proaching me. They looked me up; they looked me down, They looked me in the eye; They looked so very hungry I feared that they might die. Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! They looked so very hungry I feared that they might die. But I had a bag of peanuts, That were raw and shelled; I offered them a handful, And they began to yell! Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! I offered them a handful, And they began to yell! They scarfed up all the peanuts And did their happy dance; They circled left and circled right, Then in a line they pranced. Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! They circled left and circled right, Then in a line they pranced. They pranced back up Tallman, Then danced across High Street; There they found a puddle, That was so wide and deep. Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! There they found a puddle, That was so wide and deep. The moral of this story, Is quite plain to see: Life for a Magpie duck is – All it’s quacked up to be. Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! Life for a Magpie duck is – All it’s quacked up to be. Cheerily, Charlie Ipcar |