You're a dead duck floating morbidly in April's sunny pond
How anyone'll ever talk to you I'll never know
I'm hardly interested
Don't come to me with those questions
Didn't you hear his last squawk

I watch you shiftily between the reeds,
Waiting for you to do something but you never came

Now you have me feeling like a crazy man,
Out kneeling by this pond and peering between the reeds

It smells here

I think I'm just gonna pack up & head back home