Behind our house there is a pond, there are three pretty ducks aswimming there
Two are black and one is white...
Old French folk song
A very good wind a very fine wind blows across the water, and the ages A story tragic sung in a merry tune It was truly an ill wind that came to take life and breath But we sing happily of the fateful day When a prince rode by and stole the life of a pretty white duck The cheery notes hide the bloody truth and those who cannot understand the words clap and sing along with those whose hearts break for the pretty white duck