Dangerous creature picking fights with those down on their luck
Pluck the feathers of this mean spirited and sinister crook
Hiding behind innocence and a jacket of down
All smiles when you're looking, nary a frown
Then you turn and the eyes grimace, no longer the clown.
His plan to turn you against me begins the result winning him the crown
Webbed feet into weapons that scar like a hook
Never, NEVER takes your beak of this twisted, malicious duck
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