Blue Ducks Gunning For Farmer Bob
The day the pond dried up, the ducks were blue.
They spoke to the chickens, the turkeys, the peacock too.
They wanted to speak to the rancher, and possibly sue.
He was nowhere around, that tight wad, Magoo.
I know it’s his fault the blue ducks said, forming a mob.
They began to taunt him, calling him by his name – Bob.
His wife came out and tried to chase them with a broom.
They enticed her to eat a psychedelic mushroom.
She was soon on their side, and she rebuilt the pond.
The ducks were less blue, but Farmer Bob was still gone.
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