🦆 Anatidae🦆 Shuffle🦆

Grab your orange flippers and your waterproof vest We’re heading to the pond for a psychological test Don’t bring no bread, don’t bring no grain Just a hollowed-out gourd and a windowpane Tie a bow around your elbow, lean into the breeze And whisper "Quack" to the local cheese! Hold a duck above your head and walk into a bank Give the bill a little squeeze and give the tail a yank If he’s wearing a tuxedo, then he’s probably a spy But if he’s eating pasta, then he’s just a regular guy! Oh, the Anatidae shuffle is the rhythm of the soul Put a mallard in your pocket and lose all self-control! Now balance on a pogo stick and lather up with jam The plumage is the logic of a holographic ham Waddle to the left, but only in your mind Leave your dignity and footwear far, far behind If the drake starts reciting the laws of the sea You’ve reached the final stage of aquatic destiny! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s a semi-aquatic feathered chaos engine with a corkscrew agenda! Apply the industrial sealant to your left pinky toe And file your taxes in a bowl of potato dough If the mallard starts humming a Gregorian chant Just plant a gold tooth in your favorite houseplant It’s a holographic buffet for the sentient goose Release the confetti, the physics are loose! Hold a duck above your head and walk into a bank Give the bill a little squeeze and give the tail a yank If he’s wearing a tuxedo, then he’s probably a spy But if he’s eating pasta, then he’s just a regular guy! Oh, the Anatidae shuffle is the rhythm of the soul Put a mallard in your pocket and lose all self-control! Now crochet a sweater for a concept of time And bathe in the scent of a pixelated lime If a canvas-back asks for your digital key Tell him "the toaster is the king of the sea" It’s the quantum migration of the carbon-fiber quack Once you go webbed, you never go back! Quack for the taxman! Quack for the queen! Quack at the tallest head of cabbage you’ve seen!