Down at the Boyanup market as people were already queuing up,

a new family was there who were use to a supermarket.

To quit chickens and buy ducks for they had no luck.

For ducks were smarter and laid eggs the size of cricket balls.

Three Khaki Campbell’s was all they got that obeyed the laws

of the male pecan, Donald, and that twas his name

and bossing females was his game.

Soon the family ate the Khaki Campbell’s that tasted nice.

For that meant twas time for Muscovy’s that came grey and black.

Three again like twas all they could roll on a dice

and there was no lack

of the eggs they laid

and had three kids, one which was not paid.

Butterball, Lionheart and Lucky was their call

and it always seemed they had a ball.

Then came the time where the adult Muscovy’s had to go

and ended up on the dinner table like the last.