There once was a duck who could not fly
He was so sad that he wanted to die
But then came a day
When all the ducks flew away
And his family was shot out of the sky
The duck cried loudly because he was sad
But then that sadness was changed to glad
Because if he could fly
Then he would surely get fried
And that would be incredibly bad
Then the duck shot up out of his bed
He thought he would surely be dead
Then he looked up
And proceeded to upchuck
And a bullet went into his head.
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