Two birds wandered along a path, a-waddling;
As feathered folk often do.
“Quack”, said one, “Quack,” again, said he, a-dawdling;
As daydreamers often do.
“Jack,” said Mac, the other bird, a-jostling;
“What think ye of us?” he asked, as wise ones often do.
Looking up, he spied the sun and clouds a-bustling;
In windy weather, as they often do.
“Ah,” said Jack to Mac, squawked he, a-lumbering;
As befuddled folk often do.
“Dun-no”, cackled Jack, “Dun-no,” along the path a-swaggering;
With brows puckered, as the baffled often do.
Mac looked at Jack, Jack looked at Mac, and Jack winked;
As funny bunnies often do.
“After all these years of waddling, dawdling, jostling, bustling,
Lumbering, swaggering, I still dunno…….”
“Are we ducks, swans or geese?
Do tell me, please!”
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