He walked down the street, his feet are petit, he will not defeat, the strangers he greets, the dangers repeat, the neighbours discreet, about people he meets, he's buying clean sheets, cuz of the way his beast eats, trynna get some sweet sweets, or maybe some sweet meets, the mud he touched, the duck instead of being crushed, didn't fancy getting flushed, it's time the duck gets mushed, he's finally flushed, blushed and gushed, across the woods, sad but that must, and the little duckies waddle away, it's not time to play, any games today, papas turned into food hooray.