I love little baby ducks,
old pick-up trucks,
slow-moving trains,
and rain
I love little country streams,
sleep without dreams,
sunday school in may,
And hay
And I love you too
I love leaves in the wind,
pictures of my friends,
birds in the world,
and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup,
little fuzzy pups,
bourbon in a glass,
and grass
and I love you too
I love honest open smiles,
kisses from a child,
tomatoes on the vine,
and onions
I love winners when they cry,
losers when they try,
music when it’s good,
and life
And I love you too
I like baby ducks and I cannot lie
You other birdlovers can’t deny
But when a duck walks by with its cute little beak
and its webbed little feet
You stop dead, wanna pat its cute head
Cause you notice your pillow was stuffed
With the down that it’s wearing
Gonna feed the cute guy a herring
Oh, duckie, I wanna just pet’cha
And get you all wet’cha
When I come and take you homey
In the bathtub, I get you all foamy
Ooh, rump-o-smooth-skin...