This is a guest post from the eldest child of a family friend. The poem deserves some extra attention. -NF
There was a little ducky and he sat upon a log
He was angry with his quack because it sounded like a frog
He had a mental breakdown and he jumped into the pond
Where he met a little fishy with a bright and shiny wand
Ducky wants a normal quack and so he did complain
Fishy coughed *conformist!* - "But I'll make your quack the same."
He told the Duck to close his eyes and quickly spin around
But duck got dizzy
Gasped for breath
And sadly Ducky drowned
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