The Quackin' Riddim

[Verse] There was a duck named Jack, the king of the pond With feathers so slick, he was always beyond But one day he fell ill, couldn't quack no more His friends gathered round, worried to the core [Verse 2] They brought him healing herbs and played him some dub But poor old Jack just lay there, stuck in a rut The vibes were slow and the bassline was chillin' But Jack needed more than just reggae fulfillin' [Chorus] Oh, sick little duck, you gotta get up Quackin' and flappin', show the world your stuff Oh, sick little duck, let the rhythm heal your soul Feel that reggae beat, it's gonna make you whole