If not the cow upon the prairie
If not the quail trapped in the cloud
If not the sock that got lost in the dryer
Then maybe the duck, maybe the duck
If not the dreamsicle melted last night
If not the cockroach that dwells 'neath the toaster
If not the outlet too loose to plug
Then maybe the duck, maybe the duck
If not your trombone that sqeals in the madness
Of the uproar caused by ignorance, seeming
To me that you might squeeze your compassion
Upon the living, if not for me
Then maybe the duck will see you through
Maybe the duck
Maybe...
Pax Vobiscum
