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| In the Duckworth Chronicles is the story of Duckworth and the Singing Cicada, where Duckworth and Danielle meet a Cicada bug who not only likes to sing, but makes up his own songs. Here are a few more songs from Bob the Singing Cicada |
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| A Bug on a Tree |
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| Oh, take a look at me, I'm just a bug on a tree |
| and I sing the whole day long |
| I'm not so big and strong and my legs are not too long, |
| but I'm as cool as a glass of iced tea |
| Well some people think a bug is really small and snug |
| and doesn't really count at all, |
| but as long as I can sing, I can say one thing, |
| I feel like I'm six feet tall! |
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| Splash Like a Duck |
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| Whenever I see a duck in the water |
| I say to myself that`s something I oughta |
| do |
| My feet don`t have flippers, I don`t even wear slippers, |
| But I`d really like to try something |
| new |
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| Chorus: |
| So jump in the water and give out a quack |
| I`ll bet pretty soon you`ll be getting the knack |
| And splash like a duck |
| Yes, splash like a duck today |
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| Oh, ducks have feathers and their feet are flat |
| And they quack and they squawk, and they never wear a hat |
| Are they crazy; are they noisy; are they silly? You bet! |
| And a duck doesn`t care if he gets a little wet |
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| The Old Mossy Log |
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| Up in the sky the clouds are puffy white |
| I might just stay on this log all night |
| The moss is green and soft on my feet |
| Just sittin` and scratchin` is really such a treat |
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| Chorus: |
| Oh, I`m sitting on the old mossy log |
| Watching all the turtles, ducks, and frogs |
| I`m buzzing with my wings as I smile and start to sing |
| Just sittin` on the old mossy log |
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| Yes, life is very good on this log made of wood |
| And a bug could do a lot worse |
| But I`ll have to move along, cause I`m running out of song |
| And I can`t think of another verse |
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| Frogs and Turtles and Geese and Bees |
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| Frogs and turtles and geese and bees |
| They all look different, though they all have knees |
| Now frogs eat flies and turtles like peas |
| Which draws rude remarks from the geese and the bees. |
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| Frogs and turtles are stuck on the ground |
| And must eat the things that are all around |
| But geese and bees, on the other hand |
| Can fly when they want, all across the land. |
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| So whenever a turtle or frog you meet |
| Throw them some sandwich, just for a treat |
| Something different to eat is sure to please |
| The frogs, and turtles, and geese, and bees |
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