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Things got so bad that fifty ducks
Who knew of days gone by,
Took up their wives and children
And decided that they’d fly.
They flew through storm and tempest;
They froze, and many died.
But on they drove, until at last,
A lovely lake they spied.
They settled down exhausted,
But soon went straight to work
To build and clear and cultivate —
No danger did they shirk.
Now after many years of toil,
This little band had grown.
The fields around were full of grain
From seeds that they had sown.
Who knew of days gone by,
Took up their wives and children
And decided that they’d fly.
They flew through storm and tempest;
They froze, and many died.
But on they drove, until at last,
A lovely lake they spied.
They settled down exhausted,
But soon went straight to work
To build and clear and cultivate —
No danger did they shirk.
Now after many years of toil,
This little band had grown.
The fields around were full of grain
From seeds that they had sown.
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