Out on the pond, swam a little brown duck,
next to a fish who’s name was Buck.
The little brown Duck’s name was Ned
They were the best of friends, everyone said
Buck loved worms, as all fish do
So Ned would catch him one or two
And drop them in the water, for Buck to eat
Down below, beneath Ned’s feet
Then Buck would dig up some leafy greens
From the bottom of the pond, came Ned’s cuisine
Buck would jump from the water and drop them for Ned
and Ned would catch them with a twist of his head
Then round the pond the two would swim,
Their tummies stuffed up full to the brim
The best of friends you ever did see
Smiling and happy as can be
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