A Duck Named Fred

There once was a duck named Fred,
Who loved wrestling polar bears instead.
He'd quack and he'd squawk,
As he grappled with paw,
In a wild and wacky polar bear wrestling trend.

Oh, Fred the duck, so daring and bold,
Tackling these bears in ice and cold.
With his webbed feet and powerful spew,
Fred, the duck wrestler, always makes it through.

Fred would train all day,
Sliding on ice with grace and gay.
He'd flap and he'd flap,
Tackling them flat,
Through the frosty land of ice and snow so gay.

Oh, Fred the duck, so daring and bold,
Tackling these bears in ice and cold.
With his webbed feet and powerful spew,
Fred, the duck wrestler, always makes it through.

A bird, you say, wrestling bears?
You must be mistaken, or maybe not clearly.
For Fred the duck is no mere dabbling duffer,
He's a professional polar bear pummeler, don't you know?

His quacks would echo,
While he flipped them to the header.
His feathers all ruffled,
Victory was struffle,
In his little duckling wrestling world.

Oh, Fred the duck, so daring and bold,
Tackling these bears in ice and cold.
With his webbed feet and powerful spew,
Fred, the duck wrestler, always makes it through.

So if you ever feel down,
Just think of Fred, the duck with no frown.
Wrestling bears in the icy field,
A nonsensical tale of pure absurdity, so reveiled.