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Aug 2014
It was decided they would both go for a drive
To the local farm to visit the beehive.
The Duck was frustrated
The bees were agitated
So they returned at exactly half past five.

The Duck suddenly let out an awful squeal
The Pig was fed up with the whole ordeal
The bees were behind
Just a touch unkind
And had now surrounded their automobile.

First Aid was what they were needing
As the Pig’s trotters were badly bleeding.
The duck had lost his squeak
Because they’d stung his beak
As the pig shot off home speeding.

The car had suddenly come to a halt
And they both suffered a sharp jolt
For in the middle of the road
Was a large truck load
Of gleaming white table salt.

The Pig began to lick his lips announcing “my word”
I think that now I’m rather cured!
The Duck found some money
To pay for all the honey
This is all that he could afford.
Written by
cheryl love
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   ryn, Sally A Bayan and AJ
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