Quack-weary Duck toils tirelessly—plowing, milking, mending—while lazy Farmer snoozes, querying "How goes the work?" from his bed. Exhausted quacks summon a barnyard rebellion: cows, sheep, hens chase the sluggard away, crowning Duck the farm's feathered foreman. Oxenbury's expressive inks ink Waddell's wry quips, a Kate Greenaway winner quacking justice with rhythmic revolt and CD croons.
