Mama Webster,
With her basket and a shawl around the shoulders,
Goes to market
In the hope of buying what her ducklings wanted
She walks a wobbling from side to side,
Just like a duck does upon the tide
Mama Webster
In a tizzy looks for money loosing feathers
She finds a mere nothing,
What will she say to her hungry little ducklings?
Because she knows that, when she gets home,
They gather round her, and want to know:
«What did you bring us,
Mammy quack quack?
What did you bring us,
Quack quack quack quack?»
Mama Webster,
With her basket and the shawl around her shoulders,
Found it shocking
Prices went so high wherever she went shopping
Her twenty pennies have all run out,
She'll bring a bargain
And run about