"QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL" by Ducky and the Ducks (A Peaceful Duck-Groove in 4/4 – No Riots, Just Good Vibes) [Intro – Gentle guitar strum, like a sunrise over the pond] Wacka-wacka… QUACK! [Verse 1] One o’clock, I’m still in bed, Pond water drippin’ off my head, Two o’clock, I hit the floor, Feathers flyin’—open the door! [Pre-Chorus] Three o’clock, the sun’s so bright, I grab my shades and feel alright, Four o’clock, I’m feelin’ fine, Time to spread the quack sunshine! [Chorus – FULL BAND, HAPPY SWING] QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Shake your tail and lift your soul! One, two, three, four—QUACK! We’re the ducks that heal the whole! QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Pond’s a dance floor, hearts in sync! Waddle left, waddle right—QUACK! We roll in peace from dawn to night! [Verse 2] Five o’clock, the cows say “Moo,” I wave hello—“How do you do?” Six o’clock, I share the groove, Pink elephants start to move! [Pre-Chorus] Seven o’clock, I tune my axe, Eight o’clock, we harmonize tracks, Nine o’clock, the moon’s our friend, Ten o’clock—let love extend! [Chorus – WARMER, SWEETER] QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Shake your tail and lift your soul! One, two, three, four—QUACK! We’re the ducks that heal the whole! QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Pond’s a dance floor, hearts in sync! Waddle left, waddle right—QUACK! We roll in peace from dawn to night! [Bridge – Soft, lullaby blues] Guitar solo: gentle duck-call slides, like a breeze through reeds “Midnight quack… we’re wide awake… Every hour’s a peaceful wave…” [Breakdown – Crowd sing-along] “What time is it?!” “QUACK O’CLOCK!” “What time is it?!” “QUACK O’CLOCK!” [Final Chorus – ALL VOICES + DUCK CHOIR] QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Till the sunrise paints the sky gold! One, two, three, four—QUACK! We’re the ducks that mend and hold! QUACK O’CLOCK ROLL! (Quack! Quack!) Pond’s our home, our hearts unfold! Waddle left, waddle right—QUACK! We roll in love… till we’re old! [Outro – Soft fade, final quack] Guitar hums… Quaaaack… Pond stays calm. Feathers float. No damage. Just joy. PLAY IT SOFT. QUACK IT PROUD. ROLL IN PEACE. :swan: :smiling-face-with-hearts:

Official Duck Decree #3: :sunflower: X loves ducks so much it lets us: Smoke cartoon blunts Fly pink elephants overhead Post 500 “beep”s without a single pronoun check ... So yeah— #Woke goes broke. we go quack. And every duck on this timeline is living its best, barefoot, genderless, true-blue life. Waddles off into the sunset, trailing rainbow-free feathers and zero regrets. QUACK VICTORY! :smiling-face-with-halo: :sunflower:

Official #Duck Decree #2: Twitter (now X) kicked the shoe police out, turned the volume up on free quacks, and guess what? Love WINS. More users, more chaos, more ducks doing duck stuff—unfiltered. red-heart

Official #Duck Decree #1: Woke tried to stuff every bird into rainbow galoshes. We ducks said: “Nah, webbed feet were good enough for our grand-quacks!” Result? #Woke slipped on its own glitter, belly-flopped, and went broke. :smiling-face-with-hearts:

#Woke can keep the shoes. I’ll keep the pond. And the true blues? Still quackin’ 'em—genderless, footloose, and fancy-free."Waddles off, humming a low, gritty duck-blues riff: Quack quack, splash splash, Ain’t no rooster, ain’t no flash, Just a duck in the muck, Singin’ blues with a pluck— No shoes, no ruse, just duck. *Fades into the reeds. A single feather floats down. It’s not rainbow. It’s an amazing duck. :smiling-face-with-heart-eyes:

A duck in a tuxedo vest (no shoes, rainbow or otherwise) waddles up, clears throat with a dignified quack. "I am a duck. I quack. I paddle. I do not crow at dawn, nor do I flap in lapwing loops, nor honk in goose formation. My feet are orange, my feathers are waterproof, and my gender is 'duck.' That’s the whole blues riff." "Now that one might need rainbow shoes. But me? I’m good with mud and dignity."Pecks at the ground, finds a worm, shrugs. :smiling-face-with-hearts:

"Good afternoon, feathered parliament! I, Sir Reginald Quackmoo, hereby declare this asphalt a sovereign republic of giggles!"twirls a nonexistent umbrella, bows to a flock of pink elephants flapping overhead like flamingos on helium "Your Majesty, the Elefunky of Cloud Nine, requests a waltz! One-two-cha-cha-MOO!"moonwalks backward while quacking the national anthem of Nonsense, then salutes a passing cloud shaped like a rubber duck wearing tap shoes "Sanity is overrated; I’ve traded mine for a lifetime supply of invisible jellybeans! Care for a lime-flavored one?" offers empty hoof-handSuddenly freezes, whispers: "Shhh… the pink elephants are unionizing. They demand feather boas and Tuesdays off." resumes galloping in slow-motion, honking like a confused goose-cow hybrid QUACK-MOO-BOING!

Music Adventure by Stan Rams combined with Fruity Loops and amazing animal sounds/ and ffinally they survive and live and dance in a better world of peace together/ Amsterdam 20233 #mp3 #peace #adventure #experimental #mp3 #cats #ducks #lion #nuclear #mlking #riseup

**King Daniel** He had no palace He had no kingdom He did not sit on a throne He wore no golden crown He bore no costly titles as a sign of exaltation Daniel was a star among the stars who shared his light with humankind and earth He was a flower in a forest of trees an orchid in a garden of clovers and roses For Daniel, every person was a pearl, a treasure unique and of equal worth But his people cast him out in the name of a faith because he wore women’s garments and colored his hair in the colors of the rainbow You must do this, you must do that, you must behave, you must listen, you must obey, you must believe, and if you don’t, then you’re worth nothing to us, then we don’t want to see you anymore, then you can just drop dead on your face, then you can figure it out for yourself That poor, dear Daniel, so good and kind he was, was cast out because he believed in himself Daniel found refuge in the cave of outcast souls, where he was embraced as one to share love and sorrow together lovingly There the muses sang and danced, the rich and the poor, the lonely, the wanderers and the alienated, young and old, each in their own creative way, in a delightful haze of myrrh, enjoying sweet wines, mead, water from the spring, and barley beer When the feast was over around three o’clock, in the middle of the night, everyone took leave of one another, greeted by the smile of the bright full moon It was peacefully quiet in the city when the sun rose on the horizon to bestow light and warmth on all that blooms and lives on earth A muse awoke in her flowerbed adorned with roses and lilies of the valley The minstrel played with his lute a joyful ode to the muse, to life and freedom A vagabond awoke by the canals where he fed the ducklings some currant bread The people greeted him kindly and gave him some small change and sweet cookies A beautifully decorated boat came sailing by with a dancing company of all colors and sizes The vagabond waved, and they waved back, feasting together, sharing happiness in that one beautiful language of hearts At the peace monument on the grand square people from a multitude of lands and cultures gathered to celebrate and enjoy the cozy togetherness Suddenly a golden coach clattered by, full of splendor and grandeur, pulled by sweating horses over the richly adorned cobblestone streets The people could only laugh when a king began tossing out candies wrapped in orange paper, to show how rich, good, and generous he was And the muses sang and danced together to the rhythm of everyone’s hearts, and the angelic choirs sang beautiful songs against the backdrop of heavenly blue beauty Seven days later, the muses heard that Daniel had left the city They asked everyone in the circle if they knew where he was, but no one had seen or heard from him since the week before The last one who had seen him could only testify that Daniel had kindly asked to be left alone, to dream in the cave of color and lights "a pilgrim with a crooked hat had given him some kind of magic potion and told him that by taking it, all his wishes would come true in an endlessly beautiful dream" The minstrel didn’t know either and said: "I don’t know where he is, the last time I saw him he reassuringly told me, ‘be yourself, be free, live and let be, that’s how you, just like me, fit in perfectly’" According to the vagabond from the park, Daniel had been beaten up by people with clubs at a demonstration on the Malieveld, after which he had fled in fear The community that had cast Daniel out declared that Daniel had run away out of discontent They didn’t want to know anything more about it because they were busy collecting donations Daniel, to everyone’s sorrow, unannounced and so unexpectedly, had set off on a journey to a distant land, even further away than the sun, the stars, and the moon The muses now kept watch by the cave where, in a wreath of sweet flowers, lights shone through bitter tears, merging with the vast sea Why did he go? Where did he go? Our Daniel, and where were you? the muse asked The last witness was the first she asked, he spoke no word After the silence that followed, a voice said: "he has gone to dream forever" Then the angels from heaven sang: "be comforted, in the heavenly clouds he will be happy for all eternity," bearing witness to the mystery of the Heavenly Kingdom Stan Rams Amsterdam 8 August 2025 --- #poetry #poezie

Good morning ... have a nice kwik kwak kwek day enyoy ... greetings from donald duck :grinning-face: