Marg Swan was very dim
Considering her name
What an irony she couldn’t swim.
Marg Swan ate chocolate chips
She grew to be quite round
Sat a table on her hips.
Marge Swan hated the sea
All that water just wasn’t right
Paddled only to her knee.
Marg Swan married Randy Duck
A marriage made in heaven
They loved to ride in a truck.
Marg produced many little Ducks
Randy the proud father, chest puffed out
His virility well and truly stuck.
Marg Swan grew old and died
Buried her on the side of the hill
Family gathered and wondering, cried.