O duck where art thou
Thou nimble winged beastie
Art thou hiding in the undergrowth
Or flown for a feastie?
What does it mean
All this natural desire?
Oh invisible duck I see no more your power
I hear no more you
Pronounce quack
As if passing judgement
Upon all that runs off your back
Or softly preening
Like a princess screening
Herself for an unveiling
At a debutants ball
Oh where are you? You April fool?
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