It was glorious in the country There were plants They were yellow and green! And the stork was speaking egyptian For egyptian his mummy had been
'neath a burdock tree sat a mother Sat and sat, that her children would hatch Which they did, mostly, but one other The big round one, that just didn't match It seemed to take forever
One unhappy day came the duckling Though his egg had been faithfully warmed He was so much larger than average He could best be described as deformed
He was much too gray and too fluffy As the other ducks loudly opined When he cried, they said: "don't get huffy You can keep on living, we don't mind It's just that you're so ugly."
So he left early in the morning But he found, wherever he would roam That, despite some changes in the sceenry Everyone was as vile as at home
As he settled in for the winter Overhead flew a flock of such birds That his vision stuck like a spinter They were all too beautiful for words That winter was freezing
I can't tell you how much he suffered! This descirpiton will have to suffice: He was paddling round the lake, when His poor feet were frozen in the ice
When it snowed again, he was buried Then it snowed some more over his head There he sat, too cold to be worried Truth to tell, he just thought he was dead He didn't mind that one bit
But the spring was here, and a thaw came Our half-dead little hero survived! And the daffodil and the crocus Sang aloud: "one more spring has arrived!"
And the lovely birds gathered round him He was nuzzled, and doted upon Then he knew his family had found him He'd become the most beautiful swan
"I never dreamed of such amazing luck When I was just an ugly little duck!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.