"I dunno, it just doesn't seem worth the effort of coming back here every summer. I look forward to it all winter and it never lives up to expectation, you know? No, it never does. Every day, it's just pandering to tourists for bits of bread, sucking up pond scum, and then there's all the quacking---my God, the frickin' quacking! I'm thinking of staying in Florida permanently, maybe Key West. Gonna hang out on the beach with the gulls---maybe, like, get a tattoo: "Born to be aquatic." I dunno, man. I dunno."
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My previous, and late, husband Don, who spent years and years in the British Merchant Marines, used to sing this traditional folk song song---generally with substitute words made up for the occasion. I've heard a million different sets of words. Shortly after I heard it for the first time, I went through a period when I couldn't get away from it. Even the Animaniacs, which I used to watch with my stepchildren, had a version.
