Northeast wind blowin’ whoo whoo
Rain and sleet with wet mixed in snow
The ducks were flyin’ fast and low.
Bam, bam, I heard him down in Quenames Cove
Had to be D.P., wouldn’t you know.
Not long after in the murky dusk
A camouflaged figure with several ducks
Cold and wet right to the skin
But when he got near I could see his grin.
Said hey there you, how did you do?