The Dancing Ducks' Dilemma

In a muddy pond near town, so sticky and brown, Lived three silly ducks, renowned 'round! Couldn't waddle straight, they'd wobble and sway, Tripping on lily pads all through the day!

There was Quackers, the leader, with feathers so bright, And Dilly, so clumsy, a comical sight. Young Doodle, the smallest, with a peep and a splash, Always ended up landing right on his… *ahem*… back!

Old Freddie the Frog, with a croak and a grin, Observed all the chaos, right from deep within. And Gertrude the Goose, with a honk and a stare, Said, "Goodness gracious, what's happening there?"

The ducks tried to dance, like they'd seen in a dream, But their webbed feet were slipping, a comical scene! They slid on the mud, with a squeak and a squawk, Like little brown boats that had sailed off the dock!

Freddie the Frog started chuckling with glee, "This is the funniest thing I ever did see!" Gertrude the Goose, though she tried to be stern, Found herself honking, a giggle to learn!

They flapped and they flopped, in a muddy ballet, Falling and splashing in the funniest way. Dilly did a somersault, right in the goo, And Quackers declared, "What else can we DO?"

Then Doodle, the smallest, with a mischievous eye, Said, "Let's not be graceful, let's just give it a try! Let's slip and let's slide, let's just let it all go," And the ducks, they agreed, "That's the way to make it so!"

So they slipped and they slid, with abandon and grace, Each muddy mistake put a smile on their face. They honked and they croaked, and they laughed till they cried, At the silliest dance, in the countryside!

And even when covered in mud to their beaks, They learned to laugh and sway, without worrying 'bout squeaks. For the muddiest dance, full of wiggles and woes, Is the best kind of dance, as everyone knows!