Thursday, April 19, 2012

A fairy tale from hell



 
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown 







And the other birds said in so many 
words 
Get out of town
 




 
Get out, get out, get out of town 
And  she 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 
 
 
 
 
 
 

But at every place they said to her face 
Now get out, get out, get out of here 
 
 
 


 
And she went with a quack and a waddle 
and a quack 
And a very unhappy tear 
 
 
 









All through the wintertime she hid herself
away
Ashamed to show her face, afraid of what 
others might say 
 
 

 
All through the winter in her lonely 
clump of wheat 
 
 




Till a flock of swans spied her 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 she looked, and she saw, and she 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 
I'm. . . 
 
 
 
 
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! 
 
 
 
 
Not I!