The end of the season was quite near
The beer was a flowin' free
When Alexx and Alps, they thought they had
Conceived of a new kind of ball
Tourney
A napkin was used, as rules did grow,
From this idiotic group.
By dawn, they had made a fiasco (fee-as-co)
And then they collapsed as they yelled,
Duck Soup!
With a Grand Duck Slam and a can of Spam
And the Grouchos playin' the rovers,
Both Fudd's and the Shieks
Save their do-overs.
Costumes are worn and The Fox is found,
As winners and losers whoop!
There's laughs as the Hot Dog Champ is crowned.
And please don't you bitch when you see any pitch!
Duck Soup!
