Jake, the drake, was the Lord of the Lake
Who had made all his money in scent
He whipped up a fragrance no duck could resist
And he flogged it wherever he went
Roberta Onvinksovonida his sec-
ond spouse (called Bobbie O. Duck for short)
Knew first hand Jake’s ways and ensured that his days
Were enjoyed doing what husbands ought
His ex-wife Simone made the pair of them groan
With her quacking for duckling-support
The four fluffy creatures – all sporting Jake’s features –
Were happy ’til Daddy was caught
Judge Swann took her side and he ruled that supplied
Should be all of the little ones’ needs
Enough in their belly, a big colour telly
And a nest at the edge of the reeds
When Jake took so ill that he died, in his will
The famed perfume he passed to Simone
He bequeathed his four daughters the eau de toilette
And he left Bobbie O. Duck alone
(Get it? Eau de Cologne!)
From “Out of the Frying Pun”