To explain, I am not actually a duck and don’t call me Muscovy, my new name is Kyivy.

To explain, I am not actually a duck and don’t call me Muscovy, my new name is Kyivy.
Vinnie, for the umpteenth time, we are a synchronized flying team. Get your act together.
Where am I going . . .
Look, I’m not a chicken and this is not a road so don’t ask stupid questions.
I know I shouldn’t leave before the sermon, but I was hungry and the minister goes on forever.
Sorry, can’t stop and talk. I’m off to a hot date with a snowy, and bird is she cute.
Well, dad always said to keep a stiff upper beak. Useful advice for a woodpecker, eh?
As my friend Kermit always sings:
Joey, isn’t it sad to think that the people down there don’t see the humor that they have to crane their necks to see us.
Hey, Maverick, they’re playing our song down there.