On golden pond, we three ducks do
A paddling 'bout in place and time,
And quack out to determine who
Is duckiest at making rhyme.
Water proof, we are feathered up
So that water does not long set,
Thanks to being such feathered, yup,
And so we never stay too wet.
The current poem project is
A tribute to this rising sun.
For us ducks, it's serious biz
That a proper poem be done.
The rising sun, we're quacking on it,
Collaborating on a sonnet.
Good project, good quacking, carry on, you, Sonnet Ducks
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Nice quacking, happy ducking. " The current poem project is A tribute to this rising sun" is it a challenge to all the ducks, er er… poets on ph?