Requiem for a Fine Feathered Friend. Hats off to the duck who ventured afar To the land of the lentil, wheat and pea bar For he gave what he had Left it all on the field But, still, in the end, even he had to yield To the sinewy creature with fire in its eyes Whose passing, receiving, running and size Were much, too much for those out of luck Like the bird from Eugene, the Oregon Duck. So, return they did, but gone was the fun For theyd win all their games, all but one For a duck flying north this time of year Is a bad sign, a bad sign, we now know for sure Go COUGS!
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 04:32:44 +0000
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