Many say living life is breezy
But for ducks that is a whole other topic
life is not like the tropics
Life for ducks isn’t so easy

My family was hungry because of the mass hunting
All they had to eat was plastic bags
My mom and dad died now all I have is rags
Nothing to my name except for my brothers and sister and a few buntings

We were hunted till the last feather
I scrambled across the battle field seeing my comrades die left and right
They sacrificed there lives for me so that I could take flight
Just wait my comrades I shall bury all those humans in the nether

After the great war of the duck’s humans were harsher taking us as slaves and pets
We lost all out power now reduced to nothing but hollow ducks
There was a giant influx
of pollution in the seas and oceans, now many animals are now dying with regrets