
I listen around, easily scare I'm just a lonely, little hare You sit there, so full of luck You can fly, being a duck Yes, in any weather We just spread our feather Finding out track By sounding our quack I'm fast to outrun The man with a gun I'm in a special class Expert to hide in grass But how do you escape the hunter? Oh, we just duck!
Wishing you a happy weekend. Ha de Gött!
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a wonderful, witty conversation between the hare and duck; written with ease and warmth 🙂
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Funny poem this Ulle. Thanks for the chuckle.
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