The story was to cry for
A little boy was saddened
He'd practised all day
With that slingshot grand
But couldn't hit the target
As he returned to the farm
Grandma's pet duck was walking
He'd snuck right up behind him
Let loose that stone
The duck lay prone
Poor boy was disheartened
Ashamed to say
He hid the dead duck
Pretended all was okay
And went on in to to dinner
Now his sister had seen his act
Took care to hold him near
"Remember the duck"
Into his ear she whispered
Held his secret over his head
Whenever grandma wanted help
She volunteered her brother
Knowing he could not escape
That's how she kept him quartered
It took quite a few days
Until he had had enough
And finally he confessed it
Grandma was kind to understand
She'd seen his little accident
Was watching from the kitchen window
Knew exactly what had happened
Wondered how long he'd allow
His big sister to chain him
"I forgive you my darling"
Grandma replied
I was wondering just how long
You would allow her to tame you
Isn't this exactly the way
That Satan takes our freedom away
Holding our sins above our heads
Taking his word we are thus lead
Away from our Lord who loves us
Don't you know; He sees it all
Yet he loves us; though we fall
No need to hide our shame
For dear Jesus took our blame
On Calvary he died
'Tis by His blood He claims us
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