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There's a friend named Tim, quite serene,
Quack-tastic moments we always share,
In love's pond, we make a wild pair.
Tim, you're a duck of rare feather,
Your quacks make me laugh, I must confess,
With your beak held high, you waddle free,
A quirkiness that's meant to be.
We waddle through life, side by side,
Ducklings of mischief, nowhere to hide,
With feathers ruffled, we take the stage,
Chasing laughter in a duckish rampage.
In your eyes, I see the duck's grace,
A charming waddle, a style in place,
Your quacks resonate, oh so sweet,
Making our friendship feel complete.
From dawn till dusk, we paddle along,
Quacking our tales, singing a silly song,
With each flap of our wings, we rise above,
A duo that quacks for joy and love.
So let's dive into the duckish delight,
In love's pond, we'll frolic day and night,
Tim, my friend, you're a quack-tastic star,
Forever and always, no matter how far.