Gus Visser and his Singing Duck

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And little Lilly was oh so silly and shy,
And all the fellows knew, she would not bill and coo.
Every single night some smart fellow would try
To cuddle up to her, but she would cry:

Oh, Ma, he's making eyes at me.
Ma, he's awful nice to me.
Oh, Ma, he's almost breaking my heart.
I am beside him, mercy, let his conscience guide him.
Ma, he wants to marry me, and be my honey bee.
Every minute he gets bolder.
Now he's leaning on my shoulder.
Ma, he's kissing me!

Oh, Ma, he's making eyes at me.
Ma, he's awful nice to me.
Oh, Ma, he's almost breaking my heart.
I am beside him, mercy, let his conscience guide him.
Ma, he wants to marry me, and be my honey bee.
He's [--sh?] like jelly.
Why do you laugh? He shakes his shoulder.
Ma, he's kissing me!