I was born quacking with the flock,
Now Ia known as a master of true locks.
Where Ia from, Delosians dona get along,
So you dona want the birds song.
No CIJ feud could ever hurt me,
I'll be on my lakefront, it wont concern me.
Why are you mad at?, They dont have to ask that -
Attack with the quack, now wherea my bread at?
If it calls for it, I'll be leaving no feathers,
This is no pond get-together.
And when the quacks hit you, there's no warning,
Wea e swarming, me and my flock aint mourning.
So you better not make a comeback -
As i'm wishing for a mime to clap back.
I'll inflict damages I wont recall,
When the contracts on the wall.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Miraman, in the year 956 AF.