A poem by Duckasouras:
Ducky's Big Day.
It was a day in June, about half past noon,
When Ducky got his law degree.
The Dean said, "Boy, come on down here,
I got something I want you to see"
The Dean held out a fine new diploma,
With Ducky's name right in the middle.
"I can see you're really excited boy,
'Cause I think you're starting to piddle."
With his diploma in hand, and in control of his gland,
Ducky went down to see his folks.
"We are so proud of you son, you son of a gun,
you'll be the butt of no more jokes."
At the end of the day, when he went out to play,
The neighbor kids asked what he had done,
"Last year I couldn't spell lawyer, this year I really are one."