Call it misfortune, call it good luck   The day I inherited my two-headed duck   A gifted bird with personality plus   She could speak, she could sing, and occasionally cuss      I named her Sara and Clara because I had heard   Two names were required for a double-billed bird   Sara and Clara often talked to each other   They would whistle and yodel and occasionally stutter      They argued on occasion and was prone to fuss   Over dresses, shoes, the usual stuff   Their delicate hats were of personal taste   Selected most carefully, never in haste      Musical talents ran in opposite directions   It was difficult to agree on harmonius selections   Sara liked western, Clara sang rock   Singing together put their body in shock      Swimming came natural, though motion was slow   They could never decide what direction to go   The eggs that they laid were carefully selected   By instinct, of course, and were doubly protected      The ducklings, when hatched, lined up with their mother   Half on one side and half on the other   They chose up sides when they learned to skate   Clara's team had much more speed at the gate      Sara's team was born to rumble   Their aggressive play was far from humble   At the end of the season Clara's team had the luck   They wre soon to be known as the "Mighty Ducks"      But Sara's family had their own share of fame   Perhaps you know them as the "Toronto Flames"   During the season mothers could never agree   What team to visit, what game to see      So they purchased a hot tub and a big screen set   Watch the games on TV and enjoyed getting wet   The restrict their diets and do calories count   Ever mindful, two bills eat twice the amount