DAFFY ABOUT DUCK, or ANATIDAE KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY

O, Roasted Duck!
So good to eat
Your aromatic
Tasty meat.

Your glist’ning schmaltz
Drips ’pon my chin.
I wear a fine
Duck-eating grin.

Your tender breast
With flesh so pink;
No finer taste
On Earth, I think.

Pekin, moulard,
I ain’t picky.
With your juice
My hands are sticky.

Your thighs enrobed
In crispy skin;
Just one more bite –
Is that a sin?

I love you,
Fragrant waterfowl.
You fill my stomach
And my bowel.



[Your turn, Og.]