My whole infested house has ducks. 

These little quackers drive me nuts. 

You’d think they’d walk like birds or quack,

But not these guys! They cough and hack!

They putt with stiffened higher butts!

These little quackers walk with struts.

One day I saw one chewing gum.

His actions do the weirdest sum. 

He’d roll on floors and open doors!

He’d float on toilets for encores. 

They’re noisy all the days and nights!

Sometimes they’re full of gnaws and bites.

You’d think they’d quack, but no, mine cluck!

My chickens brood and like to buck. 

At times, I think they’re starting fights. 

They seem to want the clucking rights!

On Halloween, they want their say. 

They steal my candy just for play. 

Sometimes they hobble to the store,

They want to go and get some more. 

These ducks are weird, they make their sins

They all belong in looney bins!

The only bread they eat is French,

And don’t like dirt, they use the bench!

My whole infested house has ducks!

Sometimes they drive my only car,

And then I’m stuck, and can’t get far.

If only I could show their lux,

And then I’d make a million bucks!

My whole infested house has ducks.

But I like them and they like me.

Sometimes I take them out to sea.

We fish and eat and cluck the night.

And in the late, we then sleep tight.

My house has ducks. They are the greats.

They live with me in friendly states.

They sleep with me and like to eat,

We hug and then we like some meat.

And then I served my Peking Duck 

And then I made my Duckling Shuck !

My duckling salad was soon late

and soon I found my ducks were great!

I’m bigger now, because of food,

and sometimes stretch when in the mood.

I never seem to live with loss.

My ducks are gone, but then I gloss.

My house is not infested now,

I think I want to get some cow

I know exactly what they'll say!

They're big and fat and talk with neigh!