Quack, quack, quack,
Is the same in any language,
As the humble Duck,
Lives side by side with the mighty Swan.
The sun reflects off the lake,
But the waters ripple on,
With the graceful swim of a thousand feathered friends,
But none more so than the Swan.
As the crumbs fly from tiny hands,
The hungry masses come flying in,
In a scene that would make even Hitchcock proud,
There is none more mighty than the Swan.
In brown waters under a field of green,
Beautiful feathers never lose their shine,
Among the greens, the blues, yellows and the reds,
There is nothing so bright as the beautifully white Swan.
A thousand wings flap across the lake,
Stirring up the water as they go,
Even the tiniest of Ducks puts up a good show,
But nothing splashes quite like the mighty wings of the Swan.
The most graceful of birds,
Knows where they belong,
The Lion might be King of the Jungle,
But the Swan is Queen of the Lake.
