> From New Zealand there is she
> The one we know as Brunnen-G
> Her poetry astounds us all
> When she's around, we have a ball
> Often her red hair excites Dave
> When she's an op she doesn't always behave
> Everyone loves her, from here to Chattanooga
> (Though 20q thinks she's a beluga)
> It's her birthday today, as by now you're aware
> This was just to show we care
>
> -eric "Dr. Morris Seussil Glalet" sleator
> Tue 25 Jul A.D. 2000

Thank you eric, you're a good writer for a duck.
For my birthday I got a new camera (from Puck)
And to a really nice restaurant he took me, with some others
Who were my sister, my father, his grandma and both our mothers
But I have to correct some of your facts there,
Because at the moment I don't have red hair,
It probably will be again once it grows out,
But right now it's half brown, a quarter black, a bit of red, and more grey than I like to think about
(But now that I'm older and wiser, my new determinant
Is to check first that the bottle doesn't say "permanent")
And also I got the new Harry Potter book,
At which I haven't yet even had a chance to look,
This is a really bad poem because I'm making it up as I type,
So quite a lot of it might not even rhyme.