See that Duckling

With helpless eyes

She flaps her wings

Trails after beauty

Two Swans

Young

They have more than she

Softer feathers

A finer white

While Duckling has grey

Both

Inside

And out

They quack with joy

Spreading their wings

To glid across water

While little Duckling

Cries with pain

She is not enough

She can only falter

Grey Brown wings

Flap like a young chicklings

As she struggles

She feels too odd

An ugly, sad sickling

See that Duckling?

Squeaks deeply into dark night

Swans have gone away

Now

The cold air

Dreary

Old

With fright

Little Duckling

Alone

At night

If you swim

By her

You'd see it

Quite, a sad sight

What can she do?

When she

Is not a lovely Swan

Only

An

Ugly Duckling

No features so dear

To fawn?

What can she do?

Mother

Is long gone

Away she had swum

Her love for baby

Duckling

Was never quite strong

Nobody else

Sad, alone in tears

Poor ugly Duckling

Will never

Face her fears