Nursery Rhymes Index
There was a little man and he had a little gun.
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.
He went to the brook and shot a little duck.
Right through the middle of the head, head, head.
He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire for to make, make, make,
To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook
And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.