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Seven happy little chicks walked out one day in June,

Thought they would enjoy the way by starting up a tune;

Seven ugly little ducks, whose names I will not mention,

Made up their minds to follow them, and spoil their good intention;

Now everybody knows that a duckling’s voice is deep,

And everybody knows that quack will make more noise than peep.

So when they found their music drowned, these plucky little chicks

Made up their minds to cure these ducks of all such naughty tricks;

So they chased them from the barn-yard, on this pleasant day in June,

Then started on their walk again, and went on with their tune.