Duck Soup

Springtime is upon us, And I'm perched upon a tree, I would truly love to write But there's nothing I can see, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden.......sorry wrong poem. When all at once I saw some ducks What luck , a source of poetry. Duck Soup Don't be alarmed by the title, As it's not my favourite soup. I happen to keep four ducks, All safely tucked up in a coop One of my ducks is called Groucho, For reasons simply obvious to me. When he can't get his bill on a female, He's as grouchy a Groucho can be . The second duck I called Harpo For reasons simply obvious to me, His love and desire for playing the harp, Makes for a quieter little duck you see . The third of my ducks is named Chico For reasons simply obvious to me. With his top hat and tails on the steinway Plays a quacking piece of music for me. Finally, my last duck is dear Zeppo, For reasons simply obvious to me. He was never the head of the gaggle, But was the wingman duck for all three . Alas, lest we forget the artistic Gummo, For reasons simply obvious to me. With a quill in MY bill, I give the others a thrill, Quacks, this duck loves making Poetry.............Soup. Webbed Note : So as you can see we are no ordinary ducks, We are vaudevillians, all masters of our craft, And for centuries we hope to make you smile, Each with his own unique and feathered style. Sadly we have all flown the coop , To Heaven, our pond in the sky , But for reasons simply obvious to me, We didn't end up in the soup . By Gummo Marx