There
once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stumpy and brown
And all of the birds in so many words said Quack! Get out of town!
Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! out of town.
And he went with a fwa and a waddle
and a fwa in a flurry of eiderdown.
That poor little ugly duckling
went wan dering far and near,
but at every place they said straight to his face, quack, get out of here, quack,
quack, get out, quack, quack, get out, quack, quack, get out of here !"
And he went with a quack, and a waddle,
and a quack, and a quack,
and a very un happy tear.
All through the wintertime,
he hid himself away,
A shame to show his face,
afraid of what others might say.
All through the winter,
in his lonely clump of weed.
Till a flock of swans spied
him there
and suddenly all agreed,
You're a very fine swan indeed.
A swan? Me a swan?
Oh, go on. I'm not a swan.
Well, take a look at yourself
in the lake and you'll see.
And he looked, an d he saw,
and he said, why, it is me,
I am a swan, whee!
I am not such an ugly duckling,
no feathers old stuffy and brown,
for in fact these birds in so many words sing,
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 flurry while high back,
and a hit so noble and high.
Say, who's an ugly duckling?
Not I. Thank you for watching!