An Aylesbury Duck

There's a duck of high renown,bred and reared in my county town.With orange feet and plumage light,of culinary fame,this bird snowy-white.Neck so fine and feathered crown,kept in cottages now tumble down.Reared in hovels and shack,a deep breasted duck.with ample back.An early layer,ready for spring,plucking feathers so tiring,boxed in flats on Lodon-bound carts,each Saturday as clockwork did depart.A Victorian food luxury,the main product of rural Aylesbury.A duck of worldwide renown,a noted product of my home town.