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Aha! I'm going to be the hero of this picture! (Ode to Daffy Duck)

He went for the wild chase|

Then ended up getting freaky on the third date|

Make no mistakes while the bed shakes|

It's the shots going around town|

He escaped the rifle shots and now hiding with Elmer's mom from outta town|

He's being real cautious|

Cause this season is duck hunt|

Now what a wild bunch|

The bunny's still asleep|

In the meantime it's time to come up with a wild hunch|

Munching on some skunk meat|

Before he heads out|

He gave Elmer's mom one last treat|

With a disguise he heads for the rabbit hole|

It says "occupied!"|

Now he's forced to use the back door|

Turned out to be the trap door|

Shot a bullet as he rang the bell|

The bunny heads out and runs around while he picks his beak that was shot down|

Oh no!|

Now Elmer's on the lookout|

He started looking for the bunny|

But now look at what he found|

It's that dagnabbit rabbit and a duck with his beak put on backwards|

It must be his lucky day|

The rabbit gets away|

But the duck is here to stay|

The chase is on now!|

His mom just got home with a bruise on her praying knees|

Ooooh he knew that duck was up to no good|

It's about to be a shootout|

Might have peking roast duck for tonight's food|

Elmer hides behind the tree|

Shoots three rounds then comes out to find the duck still on the loose|

Five more rounds finally lands one on his right foot|

The duck is able to still run|

Outta the cliff into thin air then looks down to say his last prayer|

Thinking to himself "man, the things I do for a chance at a money shot"|

At least I have the evidence|

He can shoot at me all he wants!|

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