Suddenly I feel like a sitting duck

The is hunter drawing me in

I hope for a date with a hunk

He hopes to devour my tender chunks

I paddle my feet upon the pond

Hoping Daffy Duck will come along

I hear a mate calling my name

A sweet midnight serenade

What’s that?

I think I heard a cough?

Someone in a hat?

Quack! Quack! Quack!

I paddle for all I’m worth

To my nest, I must get back!

The things we do to get a mate

Risking life and limb just for a date

I should quit and become a nun

But I will be back

With the rising sun

The quack of love

Calling me in ever gently

Promising love, laughter

And ducklings