Be kind to your web-footed friends
For a duck maybe somebody's mother
Who lives all alone in a swamp
Where it's very cold and damp
You might think that this is the end
Well it's not caus' I know another stanza
Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that cop maybe Dick Tracy's brother
Who lives all alone on the beat
On a dark and dingy street
You might think that this is the end
Well, Why not!