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Duck Bosa’s Revenge
Bosa the duck had made a vow,
her drake would pay, and pay right now.
The foolish old one lost his way,
and chased each skirt by night and day.
At first she wept, with bitter cry,
she’d run away, yet had no sky.
She’d hide her sorrow, sad and meek,
but nowhere safe was left to seek.
A stump went up in flames one night,
and in its glow she shone so bright.
“Not so, old rogue, your games will end,
you’ll burst with rage, my cheating friend!”
She dressed herself in finest gown,
and swiftly marched into the town.
The neighbor Coca saw her there,
and quacked aloud for all to hear:
“Bosa, where in this hot hour,
so dressed with beauty, grace, and power?
The sun is blazing, burning red,
yet you parade in silk instead?”
“Just strolling out, my dress is new,
my drake takes me out seldom, too.
Only on holy days, you see,
he bothers walking next to me.”
The neighbor stared, and clicked his beak,
when from the bush came drake to speak.
His angry voice cut through the air,
she froze beneath his fiery stare:
“Where to, all primped like city maid?
While I chopped wood, you played parade!
My beak itches, by devil’s hand,
something’s amiss I understand.
You’ve turned his head with foolish charms,
beware, or doom will take your farms!”
“I look at none, don’t cast me shame,
don’t touch my drake, don’t play that game!
Leave him alone, don’t cross the line,
or else your soul won’t rest with mine.”
And from the bush her drake appeared,
like sunshine breaking, bright and clear.
He seized her close as once before,
old love returned forevermore.
From that day forth they lived as one,
their quarrels healed, their scheming done.
While spiteful tongues still circled high,
love held them fast, and let them fly.
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