George was a drake and a great big fat one.

George was a Muscovy and hadn’t much fun.

George wasn’t waterproof and couldn’t please his ladies.

George’s performance was not a good one.

All his little harem jumped into the duck pond;

all his little heart-throbs paddled through the reeds.

George plodded squattley deep through the water

and sunk like a plummet ‘neath the waving weeds.

George was a sad sight cleaning up his feathers,

and being dried by people came as quite a shock,

so we put him in the hen-house to give him moral standing,

and now he’s quite a fellow with his mock duck flock.