A Duck Called Oliver

‘Twas I am lucky boy that be,

Who lived back in a time?

Of peaceful calm,

Way back then

Suburban farm,

Acre of scrub and bush,

Outskirts of the city be.

Animals on daily basis so,

Time for there to feed

“MOOK” our milking cow to milk,

Chooks 'BETTY, PHYLIS and MAGGIE MAY,'

Eggs collecting every day,

Olde cat “MIDNIGHT”

great mouser she is.

And her kittens small

Always to be given away,

Our faithful dog;

Was christened as a pup “OLE RED,”

Really one of kind.

But who could ever forget

Our duck called “OLIVER!”

Who came to us at sibling size?

Then grew and grew,

'Twas great pet to have around,

In becoming a watchdog so,

Quacking, quacking and even more quacking;

Wherever or whenever,

When intruder was around and about

Our homestead home.

But now as I look back,

Memories of a wonderful past

In a time of peaceful calm,

Our suburban farm.

You know it’s gone!

And no longer there,

But who’d ever forget

A duck,

That we of the brood,

Nicknamed her as “OLIVER!

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