Duck
Ducks waddle and quack and quack and waddle
And leave traces of their passing out on the lawn
But one thing I've noticed through follderall and fuddle
Ducks have their own particular charm
Big ducks lead while little ducks follow
Each with their own peculiar gait
And when they're crossing the street through gutters and puddles
Neighborhood traffic sits and waits
It's always amazing and maybe some crazy
Part of Gods' entertainment
But with the right sauce in the right glazing
Duck makes a grand epicurian statement
And leave traces of their passing out on the lawn
But one thing I've noticed through follderall and fuddle
Ducks have their own particular charm
Big ducks lead while little ducks follow
Each with their own peculiar gait
And when they're crossing the street through gutters and puddles
Neighborhood traffic sits and waits
It's always amazing and maybe some crazy
Part of Gods' entertainment
But with the right sauce in the right glazing
Duck makes a grand epicurian statement
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