Once teased and scorned, then kicked about,
you just cannot fit in.
So be ashamed but do not pout,
just take it on the chin.
And in the winter run away,
while trying not to die.
Then all alone, you’ll spend your day –
grounded, you cannot fly.
But in the spring, there is a change,
magnificent as dawn.
Snow white feathers will then exchange –
we learn that you’re a swan!
I listened to the Ugly Duckling story this morning and couldn’t resist writing a short poem about it.