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On the Center Island embankment Mother Mallard sits on her eggs 24-29 days One hour twice a day in the sunshine,rays She must leaves her eggs unprotected Starvation never realizes the unexpected Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Had eight eggs under their care Predation, Herons claimed seven there A perfect duckling name Little Paddle The only Duckling to survive Fluffy, healthy, strong Full of energy alive Fiddle and Faddle guarded Little Paddle From dillydallying around For a wild Little Paddle Mischief can easily be found All mallard ducks pair off The same way Pecking order, preservation at play Mother Mallards sit distant from the flock Mrs.Fiddle Mr. Faddle and Little Paddle Animal instincts stay distant from the dock One fine day A mishap dismay Wiggle and waddle they progressed Refreshed, Digressed and obsessed They search for their missing Little Paddle Under a Elderly Mother Mallard’s wing A small Beak seen it’s the cutest little thing Out pops Little Paddle squeaking and squawking “ here I am” Fiddle and Faddle tired of worry walking Mrs. Fiddle pitched a fit, spit and Spatial A plangent tangent, of loss, of pain But for a Little Paddle it was just a game Harmoniously Honking all is right as rain Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Have a heck of a time gripping the rattle The parenting reins in the saddle Growing quickly with giggles and gaggles The adventures of Little Paddle
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May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 12:08 AM UTC
The Adventures Of Little Paddle
On the Center Island embankment Mother Mallard sits on her eggs 24-29 days One hour twice a day in the sunshine,rays She must leaves her eggs unprotected Starvation never realizes the unexpected Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Had eight eggs under their care Predation, Herons claimed seven there A perfect duckling name Little Paddle The only Duckling to survive Fluffy, healthy, strong Full of energy alive Fiddle and Faddle guarded Little Paddle From dillydallying around For a wild Little Paddle Mischief can easily be found All mallard ducks pair off The same way Pecking order, preservation at play Mother Mallards sit distant from the flock Mrs.Fiddle Mr. Faddle and Little Paddle Animal instincts stay distant from the dock One fine day A mishap dismay Wiggle and waddle they progressed Refreshed, Digressed and obsessed They search for their missing Little Paddle Under a Elderly Mother Mallard’s wing A small Beak seen it’s the cutest little thing Out pops Little Paddle squeaking and squawking “ here I am” Fiddle and Faddle tired of worry walking Mrs. Fiddle pitched a fit, spit and Spatial A plangent tangent, of loss, of pain But for a Little Paddle it was just a game Harmoniously Honking all is right as rain Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle Have a heck of a time gripping the rattle The parenting reins in the saddle Growing quickly with giggles and gaggles The adventures of Little Paddle
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day Plangent Such a sound that describes a loud, deep expressive of sadness or suffering
cj-sutherland
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cj-sutherland
65/F/U.S
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 12:08 AM UTC
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