The Ugly Duckling

There once was an ugly duckling

With feathers all stubby and brown

And the other birds in so many words said

"*Quack* Get out of town

*Quack* Get out

*Quack Quack* Get out

*Quack Quack* 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

But at every place they said to his face now

"*Quack* Get out of here

*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 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 weed

'Til a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed

"You're a very fine swan indeed!"

"Swan? Me a swan? Ah, 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

"Why, 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

'*Whistle* The best in town

*Whistle* The best

*Whistle Whistle* The best

*Whistle Whistle* 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 a quack, not a quack

Not a waddle or a quack

Not an ugly duck

Not I