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!