Francis the duck was so ruffled
After the most unpleasant scuffle
He was eating some bread
But along waddled Ted
And then began quite the kerfuffle
The offering came from dear Lynn
Whom Francis considered a friend
She brought crumbs from the bakery
Not that grocery store fakery
And Ted snatched the flakiest end
Francis postured like never before
And flapped madly at Ted, the big boor!
But Ted had his winnings
And set off to swimming
Swiftly to the opposite shore
Francis set off in pursuit
Determined to reclaim his loot
But Ted swam with ease
And escaped ‘neath the trees
Into a small shelter of roots
Francis finally reached the place
And at this point devoid of his grace
He quacked rather loudly
And waddled in proudly
But what he saw slackened his pace
There sat Ted next to Trix
And around them were 8 little chicks
Fluffy and yellow
Such cute little fellows
This was much more than Fran could predict
Ted and Trix shared what he brought
“Trix must be famished!” Fran thought
Francis felt bad
That he’d gotten so mad
That his anger had been overwrought
When Lynn came again with a treat
Francis wanted naught but to eat
He thought of his friends
Struggling to meet ends
And shared so all could be replete
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