The Sad Tale of a Plucky Duck
The Sad Tale of a Plucky Duck
There was a duck
that had the pluck,
the oomph and the nerve,
the courage and verve,
to leave the farm,
braving all harm,
on a fateful night
by bright moonlight.
All went well,
at least for a spell.
till it gave a last quack
on a beaten track
when a farmer’s truck
put an end to the luck.
of our brave little duck.
as well as this ditty.
Oh, what a pity!
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