The Tragic day for the Duck

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A quack
And a waddle
A swim and a paddle
A yummy bug here and there
Blue skies and a nice breeze of fresh air.
Im a duçk you see
A small creature with webbed feet.
In my pond i go about carefree.
Because in my pond there's nothing to worry me.
I'm not that different from my friends.
We ruffle our feathers and go on long relaxing swims.
We listen to crickets and frogs as they carry a tune.
But something happened to me one after noon.
I wandered away.
Because I'm adventurous and it's a beautiful day.
Upon a strange path I'm attempting to cross.
It's hard and warm beneath my feet.
A pretty yellow line in the middle I'm on my way to meet.
I'd seen it before, from afar.
But heading straight for me was a metallic monster the featherless creatures call a car.
It's happening so sudden!
It's happening so quick!
I can't get out the way!
Upon my head I took a hard hit.
I watch it ride away.
Never stopping to Check if I'm OK.
All my senses are gone.
One two fish fish four fish.
I've now forgotten where I live and how I got like this!?

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