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Its feathers are white.
Its bill is bright.
It looks like a duck,
It walks like a duck,
It quacks like a duck,
But it's really the dreaded
Killer duck of Quackersville!
It flies through the sky looking for victims.
It swoops down low and pecks out their eyes.
It feasts on blood until its beak is covered in gore.
All quiver when the deadly quacker passes by!
It haunts grassy parks and quiet ponds.
It lurks in the bushes and behind trees.
It devours all humans that cross its path,
Leaving behind a trail of raw bones and empty skulls.
Can any stop its savage feathered fury?
Can any stand up to its ravaging rampage?
Will its bloodied bill and webbed feet ever cease
Their marauding across the verdant countryside?
Its bill is bright.
It looks like a duck,
It walks like a duck,
It quacks like a duck,
But it's really the dreaded
Killer duck of Quackersville!
It flies through the sky looking for victims.
It swoops down low and pecks out their eyes.
It feasts on blood until its beak is covered in gore.
All quiver when the deadly quacker passes by!
It haunts grassy parks and quiet ponds.
It lurks in the bushes and behind trees.
It devours all humans that cross its path,
Leaving behind a trail of raw bones and empty skulls.
Can any stop its savage feathered fury?
Can any stand up to its ravaging rampage?
Will its bloodied bill and webbed feet ever cease
Their marauding across the verdant countryside?
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| Copyright © 2007-2008 Richard H. Fay |
| Wondrous Gobbledygook |
On a wonderful Nagoogoo morn,
While the bumox skip across the fwa,
I strum the strings of my zidipip
And slowly sip a gurgle burgle
Beside the pink waters of Baffbee.
On the puboo of a keckleschmeck,
I spy a blue-green fuguwordle
Crawling upon an etafal leaf.
I pluck a crimson syton flower
And place it in Zabugana's hair.
On a glittering Nagoogoo night
Wududolons wing across Phreetum
And the violet shlubiyemps sing.
A gentle breeze blows off of Baffbee
As Zabugana lies next to me.
While the bumox skip across the fwa,
I strum the strings of my zidipip
And slowly sip a gurgle burgle
Beside the pink waters of Baffbee.
On the puboo of a keckleschmeck,
I spy a blue-green fuguwordle
Crawling upon an etafal leaf.
I pluck a crimson syton flower
And place it in Zabugana's hair.
On a glittering Nagoogoo night
Wududolons wing across Phreetum
And the violet shlubiyemps sing.
A gentle breeze blows off of Baffbee
As Zabugana lies next to me.
With a thunderous roar
The terrible lizard laughs.
Stomp on the tree ferns!
Here we go a wallowing
Down in the pig pits.
Brontosaurus footsteps
Precede the savage storm.
The primeval jungle trembles.
Stuff your face with slop.
Long live the belching boar!
A comet blasted the behemoth.
A dark cloud covered the sty.
The ruling reptile lost his throne.
All hail!
The overly exalted hog!
Where is Tyrannosaurus now?
Covered in miles of petrified muck.
The sow is inspired.
A pig, is a pig, is a pig,
But a pig by any other name
Is a dirty, disgusting,
Homo sapiens.
The terrible lizard laughs.
Stomp on the tree ferns!
Here we go a wallowing
Down in the pig pits.
Brontosaurus footsteps
Precede the savage storm.
The primeval jungle trembles.
Stuff your face with slop.
Long live the belching boar!
A comet blasted the behemoth.
A dark cloud covered the sty.
The ruling reptile lost his throne.
All hail!
The overly exalted hog!
Where is Tyrannosaurus now?
Covered in miles of petrified muck.
The sow is inspired.
A pig, is a pig, is a pig,
But a pig by any other name
Is a dirty, disgusting,
Homo sapiens.
| The Secret Society of Pigs and Dead Dinosaurs |
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