Mad Ducks Explained
Written by Heavily Armored Hamster

Mad ducks like to swim
Like to swim in ponds
But they have a terrible time
Just getting themselves there

They try to waddle
Over to the pond
But on their way
They trip on rocks

They land on their bills
Not injured, but scorned
They try to get up
But something spins around

So they stand up once more
Again, bound, determined
To find their way
To the local swimming pond

They try to waddle
Over to the pond
But on their way
They trip on the rocks

They land on their bills
Not injured, but scorned
They try to get up
But something spins around

Mad ducks like to swim
Like to swim in ponds
But they have a terrible time
Just getting there

They can't arrive at a pond
Even if it's a short walk away
Without a hour delay
Because of the rocks along the way

Mad ducks are so oblivious
And oh so clumsy
It's not a good combination
Or at least so it seems

So they keep trying
And keep tripping
Over the same rock

Until they get past it

But that brings them to
Another rock
They trip, they fall
And something spins around

Finally they make it to the pond
Having made it, they stay awhile
Their tempers quite flustered-
Now you see why they're mad

And finally at day's end
They attempt to move home-
For you see they roost in nests
One which they return to nightly

But oh what a terrible time
They have trying to get there
For the field is still lined
With those trippable rocks

They try to waddle
Over to their nests
But on their way
They trip on the same rocks

They land on their bills
Not injured, but scorned
They try to get up
But something spins around

So is the life of the Mad Duck
Constantly tripping
Over those darned rocks
Now you see why they're mad

But what the heck
Is spinning around?