There's a duck pond in Ogden where birds eat.
They chase my torn bread crumbs trapping them with their mustard feet.
There's a duck pond in Ogden I visited yesterday.
With my little brother and my grandparents before they flew away.
I'm a grown up now in school and I stroll past the pond.
Trying to reminisce often.
I hope when the birds fly north again, they will bring my grandparents,
To laugh with me again.
There's a duck pond in Ogden where people pass the track
People pass near the duck pond but are in the back
How come we as living people never see the pond for the ducks?
***Synopsis: This song is about the duck pond at Weber, where I visited as a child, and now walk pass everyday I have school.
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