Do you give the duck its yellow bill or its oily feathers?
Do you grant its wings so it flies over the heather?
Do you bring the scores together?
Let them fly braving every weather?
For united they stand, caring not whether
Greater enemies should come, they will never divide
For they are the ducks.

Wow, I never knew you could rhyme so many -eathers.


-Accendus
ACCENDOR PATRIA

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 248 AF.