THE OLD GUMBIE DUCK
Written by: Jemima
I have a Gumbie Duck in mind, her name is Quackyackyspots
Her feathers are of the mallard kind, with blackish streaks and brownish blots
All day she sits upon the bank, or on a nest, while feathers she plucks
She sits, and sits, and sits, and sits, and that’s what makes a Gumbie Duck!
That’s what makes a Gumbie Duck!
But…
When the day’s hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumbie Duck’s work is but hardly begun
And when all the other ducks are in bed and asleep
She tucks up her skirts, to the pond she does creep
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the fish
"No longer being around them is a dish!"
So when she has got them lined up on the shore
She teaches them synchronized swimming, and more
I have a Gumbie Duck in mind, her name is Quackyackyspots
The river weed she likes to wind, and tie it into sailor knots
All day she sits upon the bank, and her feathers she does preen and pluck
She sits, and sits, and sits, and sits, and that’s what makes a Gumbie Duck!
That’s what makes a Gumbie Duck!
But…
When the day’s hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumbie Duck’s work is but hardly begun
And when all the other ducks are in bed and asleep
She tucks up her skirts, to the pond she does creep
She thinks that the water bugs just need employment
To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment
So she’s formed from that lot of disorderly louts
A troop of well-disciplined helpful boy scouts
With a purpose in life and a good deed to do
And she’s even created a buggy tattoo!
For she’s a jolly good avian!
Thank you, my dears!