A fire flares up inside his feathered chest,
though every hurdle looms to block his way.
He won't back down - he's chasing what is best,
and stumbles, slips, but tries again each day.

His voice erupts into a cartoon roar;
no slick-laid plan survives when he just fumes.
Amid the chaos, rising more and more,
his heart stays steady, and the calm resumes.

For even he, when storms begin to fade,
can catch his breath and find a steadier stand.
Though Huey, Dewey, Louie stage a raid,
he tames the storm and holds it in his hand.

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Jambisk pentameter