Well, if it walks like a duck.
I love your responses, Beck. They quack me up!
Awww, be quiet! you make my feathers fluff up.
Why did the goose go to the disco? Because he heard the song, “Get Down Tonight.”
When they heard the ruckus in the henhouse but found no one there, they put it down to a poultrygeist.
That one sure layed an egg.
Which was not expected. It was a Pullet Surprise.
If you say so, but please, let’s not squabble.
Omelet you out of that one.
OK, let’s have a gander at that Pulitzer. Hand it over, easy.
Surely you are not accusing me of fowl play! And don’t call me Easy.
What are you, some kind of hard-boiled detective? It’s just a tern of phrase.
You’ve been goosed.
I wrote a book about birds. It flew off the shelf.
The income from that should feather your nest for awhile.
Sam, what did you call your book? Lord of the Wings?
I think I saw that movie ‘Radio Flyer’.
Didn’t that movie have a dog wagon his tail in it?
Eh? Just your average dog and pony show.
That takes some cruft for you to say.