Lyrics | Webber and Maude McMallard

Oh, Webber McMallard
knew migrating time had come.
He was looking for a hen,
and winter was nearly done, it was nearly done.
Now a hen they called Maude
thought Webber looked O.K
She said, “Fly by my side
if you’ re heading my way, if you’re heading my way”

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So they took off together
with their common goal,
heading for the Great Plains
and the prairie pot holes.

In a farmer’s field they found
their honeymoon spot.
It was shallow and small
and they liked it a lot, well, they liked it a lot.
To the deeper pot holes
they’d fly from time to time
to get a good bath
and where the eating was fine,
where the eating was fine.
They spent their time together ….

Then Maude made a nest
in a fence line nearby,
and each day she left a new egg there,
then back to Webber she’d fly,
back to Webber she’d fly.
And when twelve eggs were laid,
Maude said, “It’s time to sit, to keep my eggs warm”
and Webber said, “Well, I guess that’s it.”
and the Ol’ Mallard split.
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Maude sat on those eggs
for twenty-six days,
hoping that the dogs and fox
and the raccoons stayed away,
that they all stayed away.
And when the little ducklings
cracked out of their eggs,
Maude took ‘em to the deeper pothole
on their little legs, on their little legs.
They waddled off together ……
So, if you’re in the “Duck”otas
or somewhere nearby
if it’s spring you might see
the McMallards flying by, flying by.
In a dip in a field
where a little water collects
The McMallards will mate
as the sunset reflects, as the sunset reflects

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