[Verse]
Down by the pond, where the willows sway,
The ducks got a band, they're ready to play.
Stringin' up banjos and a fiddle or two,
Feathers flyin' high with that country groove.

[Verse 2]
Duckling on the drums, she's got the beat,
Mallard on the mic, singin' sweet and neat.
Bass with a bill, pluckin' notes just right,
They're rockin' the reeds, lighting up the night.

[Chorus]
It's a quackin' good time, under the moon's bright shine,
Feathers in the wind, while the crickets keep time.
The country tunes rise, in a harmony so fine,
Oh, it's a quackin' good time, oh yeah, a quackin' good time.

[Verse 3]
The frogs in the marsh can't help but sway,
To the melody of the ducks' jamboree.
Fireflies glow, syncin' to the beat,
As the ducks keep quackin' on their country street.

[Verse 4]
Old Man Turtle taps his shell like a drum,
While the bullfrogs croak in a deep baritone hum.
Critters from the forest gather 'round the stage,
Listenin' to those ducks, singin' off the page.

[Chorus]
It's a quackin' good time, under the moon's bright shine,
Feathers in the wind, while the crickets keep time.
The country tunes rise, in a harmony so fine,
Oh, it's a quackin' good time, oh yeah, a quackin' good time.

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