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There was a little man, he had a little gun,

And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;

He went to the brook, and shot a little duck,

Right through the middle of the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan,

And bade her a fire for to make, make, make

To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,

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