Hoots mon, there's a moose, loose, aboot this joose
Och Aye!
Hoots mon it's a braw, bricht, moonlit nicht
Och Aye!
Hoots mon!
@wendinoakland @amiserabilist @Alison
moose and goose or meese and geese?
@wendinoakland @Thebratdragon @amiserabilist @Alison
Ducks are the only waterfowl you can trust. Geese will steal your wallet.
@helplessduck @wendinoakland @amiserabilist @Alison
I disagree....
@Thebratdragon @wendinoakland @amiserabilist @Alison
I'll thank you to keep that filthy, goose-made propaganda to yourself.
@helplessduck @wendinoakland @amiserabilist @Alison
so you don't smoke cigars?
help me out here, what have cigars got to do with geese?
@amiserabilist @helplessduck @wendinoakland @Alison
sinister ducks, smoking cigars......
ah, thanks.
by The Sinister Ducks
The March of the Sinister Ducks was written, performed, and recorded by The Sinister Ducks, a band who included Alan Moore the comic book writer, Alex Green and David J from Bauhaus. It was released in 1983.
Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
But there's a poison I'd like to administer,
You think they're cuddly but I think they're sinister.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Think of them waddling about in the dark.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Nasty and small undeserving of life.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
They smirk at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Dressed in black jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Who could deny they'd be better off dead?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Look closer and you may recoil in surprise,
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
@amiserabilist @helplessduck @wendinoakland @Alison
that's the baby!