The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jun 25, 2003
Ducks
Ducks on water, they swim with such grace
Darting and diving all over the place
But one can't help noticing, and so rudely gawk
That once on land they waddle instead of walk.
Ducks in the air, flying with speed
Really so lovely to behold; oh yes indeed
But when they land on the ground and begin to stalk
You can't help notice that they waddle instead of walk.
Ducks in the countryside, such a refreshing thing
Swimming, sitting and sunning or taking to the wing
But once they run at the sight of a hawk
You really can't deny that they waddle instead of walk.
Ducks in the farmyard, looking for things to eat
Quacking and rooting, trying to uncover a treat
Rushing over to grab the best of the cornstalk
They do look so funny as they waddle instead of walk.
Duck on a plate, ready to eat
With orange sauce, yum, what a treat
But ready your knife and stab it with a fork
It sprints off your plate with a not waddle nor a walk.
