She's my wife, aw shucks,
A relationship not in flux,
Fiend of nature, the crux,
She's always loved ducks.
On with the tale we forge,
A childhood pet, George,
On Mayflies did gorge,
Not found in the old Norge.
How could we forget,
Should've been Georgette,
Was George without regret!
Careers, hers and mine,
Did just fine,
For the wild we did pine,
A few ducks, a glass of wine.
Retire by the big lake,
Not for the money to make,
For us, not a mistake,
Just to see "Mable" and her Drake.
Corn fed year long,
Her army is strong.
Bufflehead; Scaup; and Ringneck;
Mallard; Merganser (x3); and Widgeon;
Shoveler; Pintail; and Goldeneye;
Teal, green- and blue-winged.
Attracting ducks, she has the knack,
By our lake-side shack,
It's for us the right track,
To the skeptics we don't give a 'quack!'
