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Your post reminded me of a silly little poem that I wrote many years ago - I hope you don't mind if I share it here:

On Chickens and Ducks

When I was a child, my mother asked me
if I would rather be a chicken or a duck;
Forty eight years later, I know the answer.

A duck can fly for hundreds of miles
when called upon to do so.
He can swim for days when the water is high.
And (rolling, swaggering)
walking is as easy for a duck as ... well ... walking.

A chicken, conversely, has to have a running start
just to get airborne for a few feet -
and then "flight" is composed mostly
of falling and flapping.
No chicken on the planet will go willingly
into water more than an inch or two deep -
the ability to swim
is not found in his program.

Chickens can walk - but not with a duck's style;
A chicken walks with a sort of fusty, futile panache,
like he just stepped in his lunch.

Finally, a duck looks like a duck -
chickens just look like large, poorly-engineered birds.

I think I'll be a duck, Mom...

Regards, and Merry Christmas

Thank you for contributing this observant and sagacious poem. I like it a lot. It's realistic and true, and unlike many things that are realistic and true, it's also funny. With sentiment to it, as well.

By the way, the event alluded to above was the Coronation of Napoleon I:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronation_of_Napoleon_I

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