Who fights at night? Not me, not you.
Who fights at night? I’ll tell you who.
Two mallard ducks, quacking loudly.
Two squabbling ducks proclaiming proudly:
“This lake is mine!” they shout all night,
Noisily quacking as they fight.
“Stop bickering!” I shout through the cold night air.
“God made this world for us ALL to share.”