Yes-ter-day, all the wild-fowl seemed so far a-way,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh the joy-of a duck-sur-vey.
Why my-larks had to go I don't know, they would-n't stay.
Digiscoping went all wrong, now I long for yes-ter-day.
Sud-den-ly it's not half the fun it used to be
Now a descrip-tion is requir-ed of me,
It's meant to-be a duck-sur-vey.
Why my-larks had to go I don't know, they would-n't stay.
Digiscoping went all wrong, now I long for yes-ter-day.
Yes-ter-day, I quite liked all the a-lau-did-ae,
Why'd they find a place to skulk a-way.
Oh the joy-of a duck-sur-vey.
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