The ducks are on the water
At twenty-three below.
They are so intelligent,
Are you saying you don’t know?

Its fifty-five degrees warmer,
Than being in the air,
The water’s above freezing,
Ducks swim without a care.

‘Course we’re talkin’ free rivers,
Not some flat and large calm lake,
Where the ice is twenty-inches thick,
For Pete’s and Goodness’ sake!

So when you see an ice hole,
With some men ice fishing,
You know ducks are quacking smack,
While the men are drinking:

“They should jump into the water,
If’n they want to warm up real nice,
Ya know they downright ought-er,
Get out the air ‘n off that effin’ ice!

“We ducks are on the water
At twenty-three below,
Men are not so intelligent.
Are you saying you don’t know?”