The DuckBehold the duck.
Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
The Turkey
There is nothing more perky
Than a masculine turkey.
When he struts he struts
With no ifs or buts.
When his face is apoplectic
His harem grows hectic,
And when he gobbles
Their universe wobblesThe Scratch
One bliss for which
There is no match
Is when you itch
To up and scratch
I am greatly attached
To Barbara Frietchie
I bet she scratched
When she was itchy
'Neath tile or thatch
That man is rich
Who has a scratch
For every itch.