The Ugly Gosling
Mama goose stared
at the odd-looking egg
plain, white and small
Which end was its head?
It hatched early on
when the mist was still dew
a sight to behold,
something was askew.
With feathers of yellow,
Fuzzed with a puff,
the little one blinked
And quacked with a huff
What did we have here?
Such an odd little goose
Jumpy and fast,
A face wide and confused
The sun had now come
and the other chicks hatched
they stared at their brother
and started to laugh
Little one felt lost,
his family was mean.
Would their taunts ever end
Just like a bad dream?
But the seasons went on
Heat, wind and snow.
When mama pushed him away,
it was time to go
Hungry and cold,
Alone and afraid,
Little goose thought,
“I should have stayed”
Down by the pond
in search of some seed.
He heard some odd sounds
A quack, and a peep
Pull back the reeds
And what do you know?
This flock had features
Much like his own
“Hello there young one
Where have you been?
We’ve been looking for years.
Come close, join in”
“That sounds real swell
First answer me this:
Why do we speak
With an odd sounding lisp? ”
“It’s in our nature
Of freedom and flight
Of playing with our own rules
You’re a duck alright !”