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Made a beautiful silky bow collar, for his little skinny neck So we can go for a walk, sneaked out the back gate walking around to the front All the kids were amazed, dancing skipping for joy, they all wanted a pet duck. Thinking to myself, make a clean fortune selling ducks, around the neighbourhood I never laughed so much, in fact the sides were splitting, the kids actually thought he was funny wabbling along with his color bow. He was a comical site quacking They loved him, shouting can we get a pet duck, the plan is working I thought Squealing with joy and glee Then the woman I was with at the time Cried and moaned, created a whole scene, gave out like mad. Shouting all the neighbors are chatting Yeah chatting about you, ha ha I laughed driving her totally insane, saying I was mad in the head, I didn't really care what they say, buying a kid a duck for his birthday Poor little duck she's disowning you, so you don't want the duck, I said to her It was all your idea in the first place sure the young fellow cried for the duck, might of known I would get blamed, someone was giving away ducks Just happened to mentions a duck, you said ok All excited with the kids Past tense the scorpion who struck biting me on the back Giving me the bad blood, ill give them something to talk about The only reason the neighbours had dogs and cats, they bite A duck so what, poor little creature, are they afraid to be dabbed to death Ended up giving him to my father, she panicked afraid of gossip ha ha The first in the area to have a pet duck ha More than could be said for some Sure they copy everyone else, I am different Do not care what people say All the kids loved him, a pity about the old dragon My father still has him years later He is getting old and grey Looked after him like royalty Following around after him like a dog This is the story of my pet Now my dad and the duck he is the happiest duck alive

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