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'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Dressed in plaid 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 closely and you will recoil in surprise

At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes!

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

If they were all right, how come people keep shooting them?

Alan Moore