.Quâil serait bon dâêtre un canard
Il est libre dâavoir le choix veinard
Il passe la journée au plumard
Il se la coule sur lâeau, coule sur lâeau
Peinard
Cette meute de plumes
Elle virevolte et chahute
Lâautomne, elle fuit les fusils
Lâété, elle suit les tour.
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