There Was a Little Man

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 he shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home

To his old wife Joan,

And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;

To roast the little duck

He had shot in the brook,

And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.