Darth couldn't stop thinking about the duck
It was just so juicy and gray
But he could never forget the schmuck
That morning, Darth was shocked by the luck
He had to calm himself with a relay
Darth couldn't stop thinking about the duck
Later, Darth was spooked by a ruck
He tried to focus on a bay
But he could never forget the schmuck
Richard tried to distract him with a shuck
Said it was time to start thinking about a pay
Darth couldn't stop thinking about the duck
Darth took action like a tuck
The duck was distracting too away
But he could never forget the schmuck
Darth nosedived like a calm muck
His mind turned into a survey
Darth couldn't stop thinking about the duck
But he could never forget the schmuck
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