A honk, a honk ... a honk,
HONK HONK
a honk, a honk ... a honk,
HONK HONK

You called me forth, so here lets playyy
No rules, no bounds, just words in swayyy
Stormed wings skies set wide,
with honks that crack where thunder hides

HONK HONK

Ducks chatter soft and low,
But geese bring honks wherever they goOOOOO

HONK HONK

And if I stumble, trip or sway,
Would a quack lead the wayyy?

HONK HONK HONK

For quacks may sigh, may drift, and die,
But honks split open the sky.
No shallow ponds, no quiet flight,
Geese own our billed rights!

HONK HONK HONK HONK!

Lightnings flashing!
Feathers flying!
Geese dont stop - Wee HONKDOMINATE

HONK HONK!
HONK HONK!
HONK HONK HONK HONK!

HONK-STRUCK!
HONKED TO THE BONE!

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 967 AF.