Sleepy sleepy time crawls over the dirty horizon

Like so many ducks – quack quack quack

Eeyi eeyi duck quack quack-quack

They come crawling in a dust storm yellow rubber

Green with trapped water

Squeak squeak spurt – are you my mother?

eeyi eeyi duck quack quack-quack

Eeyi eeyi duck, spurt spurt

They trample down houses, malls, head-butt lamp posts, leave giant duck prints on suburban sports oval,

          dirty the glass on factory show room window

Make grabs at pastries in quaint little bakeries, fish the strip for new clothes and jewellery

duck poo and down the banks are full of it while managers and owners stand

puzzled in streets

What was that yellow cloud

Eeyi eeyi duck?
Quack quack-quack and all the time, bouncing on a mattress

Stained with some foul history

Bouncing bouncing

Eeyi eeyi duck

She can't begin to imagine a world

Where roofs cave in, or little fish go missing

It's all a matter of growing up

Oh how we fail to protect them

On so many fronts, a grazed knee of a time

When mum went away

She remembers that much.