Donald The Duck
I met Donald when just thirteen
Big and strong looked like a truck
Happy and friendly, he never was mean
My uncle Ches named him Donald the Duck.
Big as a mountain and barrel chested
Must’ve weighed 400 pounds
With a heavy lift he was never tested
Bounced at the tavern made many rounds
Boisterous and loud, always a smile
Could make money better than most.
To help a friend he’d walk a mile.
If you were stranded he’d be your host.
Knew him and liked him all through my life.
Business after business he did better than most..
Married Marie, prettiest little wife
My friend, he passed away, now he’s a ghost.
Now that he’s gone, they should write a song
For Donald the Duck couldn’t read or write
Most would be amazed how he got along
An example in business, a true shining light.
August 25th 2005