There once was a little boy named Bill,
And he really likes to fight,
But what he really loves is running up hills,
And once he ran up a hill at night,
He saw some smoke near the folk home,
He waited a hour and ran,
After a hour, it lead to a glass dome,
Inside the dome, there was a empty Band,
He stared for a while and then turned back,
There was a old man near the fold,
Then he heard a faint, weak QUACK,
The old man asked for his name and he told,
A week later, he found out he lied,
And a month after that he mysteriously died.