Excuse me, for you, not to fool, if I could, they are like the fish, but, never went to school. Though from the wild, they move into neighhoods, leaving behind the tree lined wood.
They greet you when you open your door, quack happily, when a smile they see. Feed them and their brood, and, they will never leave, for sure.
The big males are fearless, they even chase dogs away, with their hiss and flay, only grandma, and, her broom, can save the day.
They poop, here, there, and everywhere to be seen, the people put up with it, not wanting to be mean, their following little chicks, help stir up the mix.
Some want to invite them to dinner, with them being it, but, harm one little feather on their heads, and you will go to jail forever!
