- WEBBED DREAMS -
I asked my Mum when I was three,
 "When I grow up, what will I be?"
She smiled and said, "We'll have to see,"
 Then added it was up to me.

My aspirations ran amuck
 Once I found out I wasn't stuck
Inside the body of a schmuck;
 Therefore, I'd rather be…

 … a Duck!

It would be cool to have the knack
 To flap across a pond and back
And slurp mosquitoes for a snack
 Without a second thought or quack.

I told my Mum what I had thunk
 But when she laughed my spirit sunk;
She then proceeded to debunk
 And left me in a purple funk.