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Fancy Duck


Fancy duck, oh fancy duck Iíve got to tell you something
Your feathered head is so preened and primped it left me awestruck
Itís like youíve stepped out of some surreal sequence of a dream
Youíre like the freshest dude here who looks like he donít 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
Itís as if youíve 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 Iíve seen you somewhere else before with that pompadour
But I guess itís just me and my imagination letting me fly away

Written by wallyroo92
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