Just The Quacks, Ma’am

Ducks don’t really have to quack;
It’s just alternatives they lack.
They’re unimaginative fowl
No more wise than half an owl
Doomed to squawk that one dumb phrase
Until their soggy End of Days.
Ducks don’t have to quack, but do.
They’re ducks. They’ve no excuse. Do you?

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