Tropece de Nuevo y Con El Mismo Pato

I tripped and fell to the floor
Who left this dead duck right here?

I can't walk around looking
For the ground at every step
What am I going to give?

It doesn't give

I tripped, I fell on my ass
And I couldn't help it

If it were a goose
My song would be different

How awful

Beware of dead ducks
They are always on the ground

I came back by another path
And I stumbled again

Although the duck was no longer there
I couldn't avoid it

How awful