Poem.

donald ducks in the muck,
he has no water here,
he drinks the beer all the time,
and can not stand and cheer,

quack quack, i am not back,
my pond has dried up clear,
i drink my beer all day long,
cheers, cheers, my dear,

donald duck staggered home,
to his pond of mud,
the water had all but gone,
so i will drink my beer and sing a lovely song,

he drank the beer day and night,
could not swim or fly,
he was so drunk he could not stand,
donald are you duck or man,

donalds brook had all dried up,
he could not wash or stand,
so he sat in all the mud,
with feet stuck up,
and bum stuck in all the mud,
his pond had completely all dried up,
donald duck stayed covered in mud.

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