Dismissed For A Duck

Duck

We have a little garden As pretty as can be: The zinnias are blooming there For Hubert and for me— But do not think it is for us The garden looks: The garden is a-blooming there Especially for chooks.

For it's scrape, scrape, scrape and scratch, scratch, scratch— Have a litle swing in the dahlia patch: Jump so high and keep so spry Zinnias are lovely, and the phlox— Oh, my!

We have a lovely clover lawn That’s very large and fair; And there at eventide we both May take the tropic air.

But if you think it’s made for us The answer’s merely: “Shucks!”

The clover lawn is planted there Especially for ducks.

For it’s dabble, dabble, dabble, and cluck, cluck, cluck— Life is simply lovely on a lawn for a duck: Dig it up and get your fill— We get the pleasure and you get the bill!

We have a sweet potato patch That stretches quite a bit: The kaukau’s growing finely there— We’re justly proud of it.

But do not think it is for us It grows so large and big; It’s planted for the pleasure of A little local pig.

For it’s scrabble, scrabble, scrabble and honk, honk, honk— If I were not a little pig I’d be a little donk:

The night is young, and so am 1— Another extra helping of the sweet potato pie?

Noelle Mason.