He gets on with life as a politician,
He's a kind kinda chap.
He likes practising guitar and playing computer games.
He likes to contemplate chickens.
But when he starts to daydream,
His mind turns straight to, ducks.
Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about ducks with a smile,
Curved lips he just can't disguise.
But he thinks it's chickens making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
Ducks? He likes to use words like 'splendid' and 'typo.'
He likes to use words about chickens.
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