There was a little man, 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 fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
