The Spring Duckling
A chubby little baby duck
Went jumping in the mud and muck
And within a shadow of a doubt
The chubby duck began to pout
Because he began to pout
He had done it day in and day out
As he was in the gooey mud
The chubby little baby duck
Who was floundering in the mud and muck
Was just then swept away
Hope he comes another day
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Cute
cute, i can picture a fat little yellow duck. I love fat things!
You may want to add a 4th line to the 2nd stanza so that it will rhyme with 'mud'. That will make it go along better with your scheme
Great Job