Quack, quack, quack

Quack, quack, quack,

their voice would crack,

as they walk around,

wiggling on their back. 

Paddling on the ground,

and rafting in the lakes,

exploring our surroundings, 

while creating a ruckus. 

Quack, quack, quack,

they forage for the snack,

some corns and the breads,

we used to pack... 

For, they were our ducks,

in parks, we had the luck,

watch them explore & play,

as they waddle all day. 

Quack, quack, quack, 

we would follow their track,

chasing or feeding them,

till they leave or attack!! 

And we will have fun,

singing our silly songs,

with laugh and giggles, 

we will enjoy, their company.