THE LITTLE MAN WITH A GUN

There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head. He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make, To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake. The drake was a-swimming, with his curly tail; The little man made it his mark, mark, mark. He let off his gun, but he fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.