The Ugly Little Duck

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 scenery
 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 description 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"