theres a fly in the oinkment
someone ate pork chops
the duck is in a plucking bad mood
threats of assassination shooting him
leave me alone you vile monsters
talk of making curry of his dead remains
scrambling the eggs and allsorts
please anyone with a heart shelter me
i am an old duck
going grey in the feathers
this all gives me such bad blood at my age
we live in such a hostile world
i have such a good family
they protected me for years
in the sanctury of beautiful hills
always had peace and quiet
demonic snuff videos sent to duck
i just wish they could see my little heart
i have always been a good duck
i wouldnt hurt anyone
my little eyes cry tears of fear
my life is being threatened
as i wipe the tears with my wings
now they are stuck to my sides with so much fear
if only i could stretch my wings in happiness
like in my sheltered years my wings always open for a hug
why do you want me to have such a cruel end
like the pig pork chops
beware of the wolf in sheeps clothing
my dad taught me this he always made me feel 3 foot high
hiding in the corn probing a non smoking serial killer
i had such beautiful adventures
planning them in my mind,now distorted with threats
you opened a big can of worms threatning my life
sending snuff videos of duck killers
help me find the killers