The Ugly Duckling

There once was an ugly duckling
 With feathers all stubby and brown
 And the other birds in so many words said
 Get out of town, get out, get out, get out of town
 And he went with a quack
 And a waddle and a quack
 In a flurry of eiderdown
 That poor little ugly duckling
 Went wandering far and near
 And at every place they said to his face
 Now get out of here, get out, get out, get out of here
 And he went with a quack
 And a waddle and a quack
 And a very unhappy tear
 All through the wintertime he hid himself away
 Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
 All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat
 Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
 You? re a very fine swan indeed
 Swan? Me, a swan? Go on, 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
 It's me, I am a swan, whee
 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