
THE AIRBORNE TRUCK DUCK EXPERIENCE!
I was driving down a back road
Doing ninety-five,
Boy, I was lucky to make it alive,
It was dusk when I flew fast over a hill,
I was rushing to see my lady,
The Sweet Lucille,
I can still feel the shock
There, before my pickup truck,
Waddling down the road
Was a nonchalant duck,
In a moment, I wondered,
Should I hit my furry friend,
Or should I veer right,
But would that be my end?
I veered left, instead,
As the duck flew right,
And, oh Lordy, Lordy,
What a frightening sight!
My truck went airborne,
O’er a barbed wire fence,
That’s when things got crazy,
Really crazy intense!
I woke up the next morning,
In my truck, near some woods,
And there sat the duck
On top of my hood,
The duck glared at me
And scolded, as he said,
“Next time, slow down,
Or we both could be dead!”
The duck then flew away,
I went on to see the Sweet Lucille,
But I drove just thirty-five
O’er the next hill! 😊