A Bit of Duckerel

Racoon crept out on a rainy night.

He needed no moon to give him light.

Had less than a mile to go, that’s right,

Before he reached the pen o, the pen o, the pen o,

Less than a mile to go, that’s right,

Before he reached the pen o.



Then sure enough he got to the pen,

Where the ducks and chickens were kept therein.

He said, “One of you critters gonna grease my chin,

Once I get in that pen o, that pen o, that pen o.

One of you critters gonna grease my chin,

Once I get in that pen o.”



Now Gramma Beth was tucked in her bed.

With nary a care in her ol" grey head.

She knew within her perfect zen,

All her birds were in their pen o, their pen o, their pen o.

She knew within her perfect zen,

All her birds were in their pen o.



Good dog Kodi was in bed too,

Dreaming she was named ol’ Blue

She was chasing raccoons all night long

While making up a song o, a song o, a song o.

She was chasing raccoons all night long,

While making up a song o.



Now Racoon is a wily beast

And on his mind he had a feast

He was not worried in the least

When he got to that pen o, that pen o, that pen o.

He was not worried in the least,

When he got to that pen o.



He started going around that pen,

Up and down and back again,

And once he found a hole in the wire

The po’ duck’s future was dire o, dire o, dire o.

And once he found a hole in the wire,

The po’ duck’s future was dire o.



He did not bother with a knife,

When he ended good old Donald’s life.

Because he is a cultured coon,

He ate him with a spoon o, a spoon o, a spoon o.

Because he is a cultured coon,

He ate him with a spoon o.



Now Racoon isn’t very tall,

But he ate up Donald feathers and all

And though he’s just a little twerp,

He finished with a burp o, a burp o, a burp o.

And though he’s just a little twerp,

He finished with a burp o.





Donald had a wife named Daisy,

Who’s lonely now and going crazy.

She’s pines away for her old beau,

Who’s never on the pond o, the pond o, the pond o.

She pines away for her old beau,

Who’s never on the pond o.





Now if you think this story’s sad,

There one thing more that I could add.

Though nature’s hard and life is mean,

Racoon goes well with vino, vino, vino

Though nature’s hard and life is mean,

Racoon goes will with vino.