I Had A Duck Named Frank

I had a duck named Frank,
Frank the Duck;
one day he grew up,
Frank became a goose;
now he is Frank the Goose,
I don't like him anymore.
-He lived a life-
When Frank the Goose died,
I watched him being picked apart,
He was picked apart by flies;
they were eating him,
one fly flew on Frank and died;
the other flies did not eat this fly,
even though he did die.

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