Squishthuck, squishthuck, squishthuck A yellow rubber duck In Tingley rubber boots Keeps searching for a route And hears a snapping, sizzling groan From men who want to work alone Connecting random colored wires, Saved by rain from starting fires In endless fields of wheat Where cows just low and eat, Contentedly ignoring Balloons that rise, go soaring Above the mud, the men, the muck, The wandering yellow rubber duck, The wires, the cows that only feed, Balloons escaped, so proud and free.