After Katrina rejected his “Valenswine (click here to read),”Father Duck was heartbroken, having lost the love of his life. Until one day, she overcame her shyness and her true feelings were revealed.
Little Father DuckLittle Father Duck
Come kiss your pig.
Though you are small
And I am big.
You’ll marry me
It’s meant to be.
Someday we’ll have
A duck-piggy.
My mouse turned one year old today,
So I bought her a gift.
A balloon, what a bad idea!
My mouse is now adrift.
Nilly Jo-Peep, and her hidden sheep.
Nilly Jo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And doesn’t know where they went.
She’s awfully dumb,
They’re under her bum,
Someone should give her a hint.
Three Blind Mice? I think not. Try Tone Deaf Ducks. Tone Deaf Ducks is a rhyme Father Duck wrote about his three uncles: Bob, Jose and Marty. The Three ducks formed a barber shop quartet along with future Men Without Hat’s front man Ivan Doroschuk. Ivan left the group after a dancing incident in which he broke his arm caught between Jose doing the Cabbage Patch and Marty doing the Running Duck. He would go on to write the song The Safety Dance to encourage the trio to calm their violent dancing ways.
Mother Goose would later “borrow” Father Duck’s poem and rewrite it about less violently dancing and less horribly singing visually impaired mice. Sadly Bob, Jose and Marty have been all but forgotten. On a brighter note, they still sing as horrible as ever and are planning a comeback.
Tone deaf ducks. Tone deaf ducks.
Hear how they quack. Hear how they quack.
They sing out of tune and miss every note,
Their voices a cross of a frog and a goat,
Did you know such a sound could come out the throat,
Of tone deaf ducks.
Tone Deaf Ducks
Little Jack Horner was never intended to be a good boy. How can the simple act of sticking your thumb in a pie categorize you as a “good boy.” As far as I’m concerned, sticking your thumb in a pie categorizes you as ”not so bright boy.”
Originally written by Father Duck with the title Little Jack Hornest, it was a cautionary Nursery Rhyme about bears and the dangers of sticking your thumb in their éclair.
Little Jack Hornest,
Sat in the forest,
Eating a honey éclair;
He put in his thumb,
Then thought “man I’m dumb,”
For it really belonged to a bear.
Little Jack Hornest
This week’s installment of Father Duck’s Nursery Rhymes presents to you Little Miss Mumpus. Mother Goose of course stole her Little Miss Muffet poem from Father Duck’s original. As you will see, this version is far superior.
Little Miss Mumpus
Sat on her rumpus
Eating beans all the day.
Along came a spider
To sit down beside her
But instead was blasted away.
Little Miss Mumpus
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