Duck Lake Not I!

Goldhawk was enjoying the listener perhaps as much as the listener was enjoying his song. It was nice to have an audience. Let word of the golden bard's beautiful voice travel far and wide...

And so, obliging, he finished his song with a rise in cadence and his muzzle tilted majestically to the ducks.

And so off he went
With a waddle and a quack,
And a very unhappy tear.
Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
You’re a very fine swan indeed!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And they said yes!
You’re a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
I’m not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
The best in town, the best, the best
The best in town
Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
Say who’s an ugly duckling?
Not I!
Not I!