Feeding the ducks on the pond

Feeding the ducks on the pond

Every chap has a hobby,
Every chap has a sport;
I've lately thought of a new one,
That nobody else ever thought.
You'd never catch me at football,
Cricket was never my mark;
You'd never find me at tennis or golf, 
But you'll often find me in the park.

Feeding the ducks on the pond, [Quack! Quack!]
Feeding the ducks on the pond, [Quack! Quack!]
It's a great art feeding the ducks, I declare
Watching that no duck gets more than its share.	
It's more exciting to me
Than when I was out there at Mons;
When the ducks all all fed
I run home for more bread, 
Then I go back and feed all the swans.

Some fellers keep fit with dumbbells, 
Some of club-swinging are fond;
My exercise is as good, though,
Throwing breadcrumbs on the pond. 
I exercise my muscles 
Out in the fresh morning air;
I never need any doctors round me, 
Though I get a few quacks when I'm there.

I found	a girl there one morning,
She came again the next day;
When I said "What's the attraction?" 
She said, " Well, if must say,
I find the green grass is soothing,
I'm fond of every green tree;
Tell you the truth, I love anything green," 
Then I thought p'raps that she might love me.