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 And a flurry of vider down.
That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
And 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,
Till a flock of swans spied him there And very soon agreed,
You're a very fine swan indeed.
Swan?
Me?
A swan?
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,
It's me,
I am a swan.
We are not such an ugly duckling,
No feathers,
all stubby and brown,
For in fact these birds in so many words said,
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 wide
back
And a head so noble and high,
Says
an ugly duckling, not I.