L’Homme du Canard

[In honour of Terry Pratchett, a hymn]:
Intelligent individual, that is for sure
Well everyone is excluding him

Have we our very own avian friend
In our heads are we caught
In assumed failures and more
Of alternatives we cannot stand

How much can we really see
Of what in fact we believe
We are so intellectual and yet
Growing deep we want nothing of

Inside us or outside us this canard
Asserts unrecognised existence
Maybe it is time to look up