Ducks, ducks, ducks,
Everywhere ducks.
Fouling dams of ducks.
Married couples amble through the long grass,
Their 'lings' in close procession.
Drakes feigning injury lead my car down the drive.
I hear the chorus of their wings,
As they lift in unison.
Squelch in their excrement,
Stepping barefoot out of the back door.
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