The duck is a quiet
And a patient bird
Almost deaf and dumb
It sways in movement
With its ducklings in tow
And comes to where I was
Eating my food.
It watched with great
Interest the way I ate the food
And looked every where my
Hand went to from the foo-foo
Bowl to the soup plate
The humility exhibited by the
Kneeling ducklings
Made me to abandon the food
And pledged it on charity
For the ducks' family.
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