“….. Saw a Little Duck and Shot it Through The Head…”
They just don’t write Nursery Rhymes like that anymore!
There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,
And shot it right through the head, head, head.
He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire to make, make, make.
To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
And he’d go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.
The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail;
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,
And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
Small saucer, transfer printed in brown, underglaze.
Made by Whittaker & Co, Hanley, Staff’s.
Price: £28 inc UK 🇬🇧 p&p (export +£10)