Double Your Pleasure

Call it misfortune, call it good luck
The day I inherited my two-headed duck
A gifted bird with personality plus
She could speak, she could sing, and occasionally cuss

I named her Sara and Clara because I had heard
Two names were required for a double-billed bird
Sara and Clara often talked to each other
They would whistle and yodel and occasionally stutter

They argued on occasion and was prone to fuss
Over dresses, shoes, the usual stuff
Their delicate hats were of personal taste
Selected most carefully, never in haste

Musical talents ran in opposite directions
It was difficult to agree on harmonius selections
Sara liked western, Clara sang rock
Singing together put their body in shock

Swimming came natural, though motion was slow
They could never decide what direction to go
The eggs that they laid were carefully selected
By instinct, of course, and were doubly protected

The ducklings, when hatched, lined up with their mother
Half on one side and half on the other
They chose up sides when they learned to skate
Clara's team had much more speed at the gate

Sara's team was born to rumble
Their aggressive play was far from humble
At the end of the season Clara's team had the luck
They were soon to be known as the "Mighty Ducks"

But Sara's family had their own share of fame
Perhaps you know them as the "Toronto Flames"
During the season mothers could never agree
What team to visit, what game to see

So they purchased a hot tub and a big screen set
Watch the games on TV and enjoyed getting wet
The restrict their diets and do calories count
Ever mindful, two bills eat twice the amount

Words by David "Uncle Duke" Keaggy, Music by Phil Keaggy