Fancy Duck

 

Fancy duck, oh fancy duck I’ve got to tell you something
Your feathered head is so preened and primped it left me awestruck
It’s like you’ve stepped out of some surreal sequence of a dream
You’re like the freshest dude here who looks like he don’t give a fuck

Every time I come to this farm I stop by and take your picture
I feel like we have some kind of special inter-dimensional connection
While other children play and point you stay calm and cool
It’s as if you’ve lived a hard life and now dwell with reflection

Yet you fancy duck with your quaff, your bouffant, your feathery-do
You just chill there in the pond floating away enjoying your day
I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere else before with that pompadour
But I guess it’s just me and my imagination letting me fly away