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"I love you a bushel and peck
A bushel and peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a pile and a heap
A pile and a heap and I'm talking in my sleep
About you, about you..."
Waddling Duck sang at the top of her lungs, her young-sounding voice echoing harshly through the leaves with each crackle and hitch of her song. Disappointment ran through her when she paused, hoping her loyal-ish songbird, Quack, would pick up where she left off. However, the bird was nowhere to be seen (or heard).
Tired of waiting, the doe shrugged her shoulders and continued walking. She only waited a few steps before she started singing again, repeating every cringe-worthy word.