Found this prophecy in Romania and translated it.
Lister to my tale of woe;
Although the ducks may have few foe;
They will surely be a failer;
Now, this may be just a trailer;
But the ducks think they will prevail;
Alas, it will be to no avail;
Surely they will fall;
They are nothing but small.
Found this one in Germany, but it was in English. Darn it, I wanted to translate something...
*Ahem*
*clearing throat noises*
*Ahems again*
*coughs*
*says, "Um...," as he finds the line...*
My life, it seems, is but a seam
In the pillowcase that holds my dream
Of one in which the world at large
Hears of life without the large
Duck society they find
That peeled to ashes, like a rind
Of orange, red as blood that's shed
In my nightmare, in my bed
We must wake up and mend the sky
Before dark evil's lullaby
Destroys and makes us say goodbye
False prophecies are like a nightmare:
With words discouraging, goodness rare
Listen to truth, and truth will listen
Focus on light, and light will glisten
'Fore this year's winter is past
Ducks will win, and others shall fast