Ducks - Poem by Oskar Hansen
It was an early Sunday morning in June
A man I a rowing boat stealing ducks in the lake,
who thought he was there to feed them,
bagged two before the others got the message,
this was not a nice man with a bag of breadcrumbs.
Two mighty swans didn`t like this they swam to
the boat pulled the man out and held him under
the water till he stopped struggling.
Empty rowboat in the lake a mystery, his body
was found next day; an accident they concluded
but didn`t mention the dead ducks.
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