On the bridge the boys were cool,
No one really acts the fool.
Passing butt they picked up bikes,
Moving on, "One day our trikes!".
As the ducklings crossed the path
so the boys knew not to laugh
as they struggled to and fro
Not really knowing where to go.
Passing fag then, "Who's the butt?!"
of the joke then, acting tough,
"Flick it in the river then...".
Count the ducklings one to ten.
