Frank the Duck
By Froggie Von Froggerson
Frank the duck was a curious bird
For he did not quack, instead he purred
You are not a cat, his friends all muttered
He would try to quack, yet a purr is all he uttered
The felines would hear this, and gather round
Their curiosity nearly killed them, as they heard this sound
You are a duck, not one of us
If you do not stop, we shall make a fuss
Frank tried to quack once more, but to no avail
His quest for quackitude was nothing but fail
He saught the wisdom of an elder duck
How do I stop this, am I out of luck?
Let me take a look down your bill he said
Perhaps the answer is in this piece of bread
It does seem stuck right where you quack
Let me smack you firmly upon your back
And with a swift hit from the elder’s mighty wing
The bread flew out and Frank could sing
He quacked and quacked until no more quacks could occur
And that was the day, Frank stopped his unatural purr
