was a duck who couldn’t quack,
he lost his
voice and never got it back,
when he woke and tried to talk,
it came out
in a funny whispered squawk.
ducks would laugh when Dave came near,
hello, but none of them would hear,
ducklings called him names like “Broken Beak”
so poor old
Dave decided not to speak.
that his vocal chords were junk,
he took a
vow of silence like a monk,
and nod to every other bird,
around quite soundless – not a word.
And then one
day he heard a big drake cry:
hunting season, we all have to fly!
No need to
check the calendar, I’ve looked –
hit the air our goose is cooked!”
another quacked, “until the Spring,
we’d be a
perfect target on the wing,
our pond is
isolated, have no fear,
had a man with gun come here!”
yelled: “You’ll throw away your lives!
now have cars called four-wheel drives!
where they never could before,
around this neighborhood, for sure!”
right,” another cried, “let’s not be schmucks,
no need to
stay and die as sitting ducks,”
listen,” yelled another, “take off now
and you will
hear that dreadful noise: Kapow!”
were in a flap and going spare –
the rest to fly into the air,
said they really need to hide,
the air was
death – to fly was suicide...
when David Duck swam into view,
his throat and shouted: “All of you!”
have seen the faces on the flock -
quacked and fainted with the shock!
going anywhere,” Dave said,
flying and the air will fill with lead,
up to me and don’t be conned,
place is right here in this pond!”
come,” asked a mallard, “you can speak?
always been a mute - a kind of freak,
heard a peep while flying South,
not one word
ever issued from your mouth.”
cleared up some years ago,” said Dave,
observed how all of you behave –
quack loudly every single day,
really has a thing to say!”
will be coming,” cried a drake,
us sitting here, for Heaven’s sake,”
quite safe,” said David, “in the reeds,
of spots to hide amongst the weeds!
have been killing ducks for years,
and all they
have to do is use their ears,
until they hear a tell-tale quack
until they fill their game bird sack!
ducks and drakes and girls and boys,
is: to not make any noise,
the hunting season’s fourteen weeks,
and all you
have to do is SHUT YOUR BEAKS!”
survived that season, thanks to Dave,
ducklings called him hero, wise and brave,
earned a feather in his cap,
the lesson: Sometimes, Shut Your Trap!
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