Behold the duck
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is special fond
Of a puddle or a pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
Added: 29 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2009 1:01 AM | Viewed: 6694 times
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