By: Aadel M Al-Mahdy
Duckling, duckling, duckling.
Quack, quack, quack.
A three musketeers,
Marching on the land,
But not mutineers
We are a strong band,
Not sloganeers.
Duckling, duckling, duckling.
Quack, quack, quack.
As beautiful as a buck,
We are; no veneer.
Yes, am I not a duck?
That flies the atmosphere,
That walks the land, be it muck?!
We live on land,
In lakes and rivers
For us, nothing is a band,
Neither cold makes us shiver.
Protected we are with oil gland.
Duckling, duckling, duckling.
Quack, quack, quack.
We come from everywhere,
Not only Agadir
We live in china, in Jakarta,
In Sweden, in Egypt, in France.
We live in Gebralta’.
Duckling, duckling, duckling.
Quack, quack, quack.
Our fuzz is deceptive.
So do not be deluded
Of our might, be perceptive.
Surely, we’re not alluding.
We repeat, be perceptive!
Duckling, duckling, duckling.
Quack, quack, quack.