I am the keeper of the eggs.
Each morning I carefully gather them from their fluffy spot.
A gift from my lovely ducks. If I should forget to do my job, four webbed feet flip-flap over to me.
Tilted feathered heads look up and raucously remind me,
that I am the keeper of the eggs.
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