I ate the duck

"With a bit of luck

A duck

Will come into your life

When you are at the peak

Of your great powers,

And your achievement towers

Like a smoking chimney stack,

There'll be a quack

And right there at your feet

A little duck will stand;

She will take you by the hand

And lead you

Like a child with no defence

She will lead you

Into wisdom, joy and innocence

The little duckI wish you luck"

I didn't write it, Michael Leunig did. It was only over breakfast I realised that the whole opening ceremony had been based on the leftiste's duck poem. Hence the Nicholas Webster carrying a duck across his adventures at the MCG. They should have put one of his cartoons across the stage, because I haven't seen them for a while in The Age.