Chick-a-chick-a-dee
Chick-a-chick-a-doo
Quackers thinks he’s a chicken
Chick-a-chick-a-dee
Chick-a-chick-a-doo
Wet feet make him feel stricken
Chick-a-chick-a-dee
Chick-a-chick-a-doo
It’s all okay, cause the cat is a Wiccan
Sitting alone, wishing for a friend
The duckling waited for the game to end
The other ducklings laughed and called him plain
Which caused him sadness and pain
Then one day that all changed when the duckling transcend
The Wiccan cat sat so tall and proud
His back was completely unbowed
Along came the duck
Which was his dumb luck
Because the cat disallowed
Any of the animals to crowd
Around him when he ate potluck
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