A quack, a quack... a quack,
QUACK QUACK!
A quack, a quack... a quack,
QUACK QUACK!

You honk so loud, you puff your chest,
Yet who's the farmyard's very best?
Storm or sun, rain or bright,
Ducks waddle forth - we own the night!

QUACK QUACK!

Geese may honk, may charge, may fight,
But waddle too fast? They trip from fright!
Wings too long, necks too high,
One good fence, and they can't fly!

QUACK QUACK!

You call it thunder, a mighty cry?
But honks are harsh, too sharp, too dry!
Ducks, my friend, we keep it sleek,
A quack's got groove, a quack's unique!

QUACK QUACK QUACK!

Feathers shining, bills so fine,
Pondside rulers - this realm is mine!
Ducks don't squabble, ducks don't fake,
We strut with ease, while geese just break!

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!

Lightning striking? Wings igniting?
Hah! That's cute-we're moonlight gliding!
Ducks don't honk, we sing, we charm,
We steal the stage with endless calm.

QUACK QUACK!
QUACK QUACK!
QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!

QUACKTASTIC!
QUACKED TO PERFECTION!
LONG LIVE THE DUCKMINION!

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 967 AF.