The ducklings looked lovely, wading thru the waters
Now frolicking wing-in-wing, now running ascatter
Shrieking and squealing, drenched to their backs
Calling out to friends, quack, quack, quack!
In a lonely corner, stood a tiny fellow
Trembling, troubled, tearful and mellow.
“Dark and ugly am I, unlike them all
None to play with, spurned by them all!”
One tranquil morning, the ugly little duckling
Peering in the lake, was hit like a sting!
Lo behold! It began to sing! “A lissome swan am I!
A beautiful, graceful, swan am I!
Its life transformed, its fears blown away
Its head held high, into the blue waters it glided away!
No comments:
Post a Comment