I wonder where the ducks go
When the sun goes down at night
Its quack and waddle all day long
While plainly in our sight
They paddle gaily ’round the pond
While always in our view
As if they need an alibi
For what they plan to do
But when it’s dark they disappear
And who knows where they go
I’m sure they must be somewhere
Ah, but where I’d like to know
We know that rabbits burrow
And the wrens head to their nest
But where the ducks go still remains
A mystery at best
Do they check into a cheap motel
And play the TV loud?
Or put on leather jackets
And run with a rowdy crowd?
Do they smoke and drink and party
And hang in sleazy bars?
Or terrorize their neighbors
Stealing hubcaps off of cars?
Go on and laugh, if you see fit
That’s certainly your right
It is, that is, if you know where
The ducks go every night!