I was going to cook you in a pan,
but then you bought me some ham.

I was going to put you in the freezer,
but then you gave me a malteser.

I was going to boil you in a stew,
but then you gave me something to chew.

I was going to make you into a roast,
but then you made me french toast.

I was going to have you steamed,
but then you shouted and screamed.

I was going to have you fried,
but then you went and cried.

By now, I don't think I really want you gone.
You are my little duck, and a very good companion.

~N.W. Ballew