Chorus:
AN EERIE MOOD DESCENDS THE FARM
IT SEEMS SO STRANGELY QUIET
THE RUMOR IS THE CAT HAS HAD
MORE ROUGHAGE IN HIS DIET
ALL THOUGHT HE WAS AN UGLY BIRD
IT HURTS US NOW TO SAY
THAT FEATHERS HAVE BEEN SIGHTED
IN THE PUSSY’S LITTER TRAY
Maureen:
(I don’t mean to be rude, Ida, but the
description! The donkey said he
saw the cat walking away with a…well…who else around here looked like
that?)
Ida:
(Well I don’t believe it! He was…is a tough
little duck, and I’m sure he can
stand up to that mangy old tom!)
Maureen:
(Of course he could.)
Ida:
(No, he’s out there somewhere. He’s probably on
his way back right now. And if he isn’t… I’ll just have to go and find him,
won’t I?)
Chorus:
POOR IDA HAS OUR SYMPATHY
SHE LOOKS SO SAD AND GLOOMY
BUT LOOKING ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE
HER NEST IS NOW MORE ROOMY
WE FIND IT RATHER DIFFICULT TO SAY CONSOLING
THINGS
TONIGHT THE UGLY DUCKLING SLEEPS BENEATH AN
ANGELS WINGS
TONIGHT THE UGLY DUCKLING SLEEPS BENEATH AN
ANGELS WINGS
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