There once was a lass name of Ducque
Whose fortune was gained from pure luck
Surrounded by people
Whose competence more equal
Rarely finds herself stuck in the muck
 

Crabbing the bay in golden lamay
They say she’s eclectic this way
Should she fall in the drink
She surely won’t sink
For her feathers would float her I say.

There’s an abundance of Cantherellas
A zealot for C. Subalbidus
Be on the defense
‘Cause the Ducque’s got no sense
She’s drawn blood and’s a fondness to cuss

The Ducque doesn’t need clean and spiffy
The contents in the fridge often iffy
But when she’s inclined
She’ll knock out your mind
‘Cause she’s the best cook in a jiffy!

Each Saturday morning by ten
The Ducque has a date not with men.
But her friends tried and true
Krab and Etti that’s who,
Have breakfast and plan what comes then!

Use caution if ever you’re able
To sit with the Ducque at the table
With a flick of her wrist,
She’s off with your dish
Don’t think for a sec she’s not able!

The Ducque she’s not old, no she’s not
She knows what she’s got, that it’s hot!
She a princepesa I know
Always raring to go
And the boy’s seem to like her a lot!

There once was a lass name of Ducque
Would you write about me for a buck?
She said on the level
I’m a friend of the devil
If you’re mean I will quash all your luck.

--Krab