Quack and Splat

Donald Duck put on a hat,

It wobbled this way, quack! and splat!

His feather flopped across his nose,

He sneezed so loud it shook his clothes!

He grabbed a sword (a little bent),

And off to guard the king he went.

But trip—ker-plop!—he tumbled down,

Right in the middle of the town.

Still Donald puffed his chest with pride,

“I’m brave and bold!” he quacked so wide.

Though plans go wrong and feathers fly,

This duck will always give a try!

So if you hear a quacky cheer,

It’s Donald Duck the Musketeer!