My memory fails, when it comes to you.
Oh silly duck, once so happy,
Where did I store you, what must I do?
To recapture those images, of you in the dirt.
Like a goose you wobbled, your honest eyes could hurt,
At times they did, pierce through me, swift.
For then I'd harmed you, and rage I'd lift.
Upon one time, you took your leave,
It went unnoticed, 'till it came to feeding thee.
You lay there still, numb in a shell,
And faint I went; to your mud pool I fell.
Your pearly eyes, where did they go?
My pockets are empty and mind left hollow.
I'd thought about another, but never could I do,
So much as love him or her, as I had charished you.
Ohh crazy duck, where are your orange paws on mine,
Cause my toes feel bare, when draped in socks,
Of your worn long-coat, amazingly divine.
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