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