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A duck with a waddle, under the sun so bright, Walking by the river, from morning till night. Feathers of emerald, and a beak of gold, In the world of birds, she's bold. With each step, a ripple in the pond, In her simple life, of which she's fond. Walking with grace, and a little pluck, Oh, the charm of the walking duck! She walks with rhythm, like a dance, Under the sky's vast expanse. In the quiet of nature, no need for luck, Peaceful is the journey of the walking duck.