The Ugly Duckling
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Its a warm day and I'm near my pond
The water is quite quenching
So lush, nice and sweet
Who needs the others anyway?
Notorious masters of deceit
They want me to frown,
We hold the tale of fairies
To be quite the bedtime stories.
But have we ever heard of how they came to be?
What if we only had a tiny taste of the true cup of tea?
There once was an egg left all alone,
whose shell was slightly a different tone.
Despite it’s color,
a duck became its mother.
Weeks fluttered by until one day,
babies came out to play.
Feathers weighed down by the grey colors
Of melted snow in a New York gutter;
Beak stained black with an unknown curse-
To die, or live looking like this, which was worse?
Wonky-looking, ostracized,
Once upon a time…
There was a mother duck
Who laid some eggs
But was out of luck
For when one egg hatched
It was a shock
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
