There were five ducks lined up in a row
But they didn't know where they should go
Flapped this way and that
With many a quack
Got tix for the eight o'clock show.
The matinee girl always sighs
And murmurs, "Oh, how the time flies!"
She calls the show "neat,"
Thinks the leading man "sweet,"
And raves o'er his "glorious eyes!"
For Sale! One brown and white cow
She won't pull a cart or a plow
But feed her fresh hay
And two times a day
She'll give chocolate milk - but how?